Here I was a teacher. The wind was hard. Childhood. The river wast fast. I cryed, because I not was child not anymore. Just snow, and ice was in my hand. I was here a moment. 8 months. I was here happy, and invalid.
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Here I was a teacher. The wind was hard. Childhood. The river wast fast. I cryed, because I not was child not anymore. Just snow, and ice was in my hand. I was here a moment. 8 months. I was here happy, and invalid.