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Creature of sea foam traveling by night, day, sand.
Animal of autumn walking towards the ancient scent of moss, sweet ox in whose beard flowered rocks of the subsoil, and where the earthquake armed itself with thunder and footsteps, ruminating the darkness, lost between lightning flashes, while sea foam lives, while the day extracts the hours from its tower and the night collapses, over time her dark cold sack, trembling.