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Warm light. Yellow sun rays reflecting on both vertical and horizontal surfaces. Mounds of golden sand everywhere, gently touching convex silhouettes of words and images that tell infinite stories. A numb state in the air, but it feels good. Hissing whiffs of stray wind chronometrically skirt mazed passages and whisper “Ishtar, Ishtar”. Come here, be a guest. Lay your heavy sleepy head on dunes, let it swallow you like a murmuring leopard. Hear the ambience of barely audible melody and fill your heart with joy and bitter-sweet nostalgia.
© Copyright: Запах Сарсапарели, 2017
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