There are days when you do not leave home again that is current and not think about anything, just want to climb into the sleigh and move away and stay away and stay away and not return. Basically, you say, is not so different to navigate white-hour alert to the signs around, the sounds of the sled on the snow when you're crossing a lake to take a bow and put it over there and stay on course; when you see the roof of the kennel assomar lights among the trees as a port of the popular feeling you feel, you want to pass anything, anything before returning. But you returned, anchors, and while the women eating the cams and harnesses for dogs and you torques of the face and blood I started them mans fer-te molt of evil, think, think massa.
There are days when you do not choice but to leave home quickly and not think about anything, just want to get on the sled and zoom out zoom out zoom out and not return. At the bottom, you say, not so different to sail: hours blank alert to the signs around to the sounds of the sled over the snow when you are crossing a lake you take a bow and put out over there and keep the course, when you see the top of the cage of dogs hovering between the trees and the lights of a well-known port is you feeling, desearías to pass any thing, any thing before you go back. Re-Pero, Anclas, and while eating and the quitas das Arnesen them to dogs and tea and clean the blood in your hands empiezan dolerte muchisimo, piensas, Demasiado piensas.
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