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Letter 84
An elephant with his trunk raised is a ladder to the stars.
A breaching whale is a ladder to the bottom of the sea.
My photographs are a ladder to my dreams.These letters are ladders to you.
(Gregory Colbert, in Ashes and snow, A novel in letters)
Parar o tempo:
- ashes and snow (link da S.)
- scanography (link do N.)
- samorost (link do E.) ao som de Under Byen
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