Particularly, it was as deep as the ocean. Passers wouldn’t analyze every detail, citizens just didn’t care. Fresh meat of a newly woken woman and the more idealistic dream of an overwhelming man. Words were read silently as if they were a tale. Once she was there to tell her pecularities and with a blink of an eye, she passed away. I gave my conscious to a 43 year old galactic ethnologist someday, or maybe I was solely George Orr with my powerful dreams to make reality change.I changed my gender from time to time just to adjust what was there to dare… I read all the pieces you wrote, today on there won’t be another one newly told but the essence of the sentences will be always in favor to give another shadow as I read and read again no matter at what age… Rest in peace Ursula…

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