The house was old; hiding stories in each of its crevices. The room on the roof was not only furnished as before, but all its inanimate habitants stayed in their right old places.
The old widow downstairs was happy to get the young boy to share her house and her loneliness; while he sat in his old room, remembering their nights spent together.
Finally relieved of his self-doubt regarding rebirth, he was alive in his past and awake in his dreams.
The old widow downstairs was happy to get the young boy to share her house and her loneliness; while he sat in his old room, remembering their nights spent together.
Finally relieved of his self-doubt regarding rebirth, he was alive in his past and awake in his dreams.
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