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Un’ora accanto al lago, tra betulle filiformi. Una foresta scura, eterna dietro. Una sagoma nera taglia i riflessi dell’acqua allontanandosi da riva. Lo sguardo si acceca nel solco dell’orizzonte. Coprono il mondo parole illuminate.

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