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He spins around, approaches, whispers something. She is the only one to hear it.
- Why are you crying?
-I do not know.
He k...
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Tears
He spins around, approaches, whispers something. She is the only one to hear it.
- Why are you crying?
-I do not know.
He knows the story of that Indian tribe, but he does not know anything about him. He can only imagine embarrassment or, perhaps, remorse.
It is reflected in every single tear on the tattooed face of the head cutter, intricate memories of sins that awaken emotions right under his eyes.
He will not have any answers, maybe just a photo.
To remind you, it's always her, Curiosity, who still whispers ...
-Why do you cry?
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He spins around, approaches, whispers something. She is the only one to hear it.
- Why are you crying?
-I do not know.
He knows the story of that Indian tribe, but he does not know anything about him. He can only imagine embarrassment or, perhaps, remorse.
It is reflected in every single tear on the tattooed face of the head cutter, intricate memories of sins that awaken emotions right under his eyes.
He will not have any answers, maybe just a photo.
To remind you, it's always her, Curiosity, who still whispers ...
-Why do you cry?
Read less
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sabeenaontour
October 24, 2017
Can you tell me where you met the couple? Which ethnic do they belong to? I am very interested about this
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