It's a warm afternoon, from a time just lost in time. I hear the sound of trumpets and flutes across the street, and the others sounds are equally hidden in the madness of the world outside.
I can't go out. It hurts so much that it's safer for me to stay home. But my despair is really about it: I need to go, with the pain or not.
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