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Manda Morder Dog
What remains after the fury of the waters?
The subtle poetry that dazzles peripheral territories?
The remnants of happy days, reborn in the first hesitant rays of sunlight, poised between a new rainy season and a premature spring?
The shadows of happy days await us beneath the now decorative chimneys and the cracked walls?
The raw poetry of the silenced, spilled out on the sordid walls.
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