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Take the Long Way Home by Sharon
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It’s the only way to go… counting ducks takes time you know.

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Not a Cloud by Sharon
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Next to that almost leafless tree there is a very narrow broken stone staircase which leads right to the water’s edge – not being a terribly strong swimmer, I usually only make it to mid-point for fear of ending up in the drink.  It’s much the same in the winter when the river is partially frozen in areas. Each January or February, after a solid few weeks of ultra deep freeze temperatures, I get that crazy urge to make my way out on the frozen surface to where the ice fisherman are.  About halfway between the shore and the fishermen is usually my breaking (no pun intended) point.  And then it’s back to the shore for me thoroughly disheartened, defeated and done in by my lack of courage and by my wobbly knees.  A veritable chicken of the sea river.

Così, viaggiando nel tempo, nei giorni, conosci milioni di anime. Ci parli, sorridi, le guardi, di tanto in tanto ti fermi, ricambi gli sguardi. Poi però riprendi il tuo cammino. D'improvviso ne incontri una che stravolge il senso del tuo percorso per sempre, mobilita inevitabilmente le vecchie prospettive territoriali e oserei dire anche l'origine del tuo cielo, la direzione dei tuoi occhi. Dopodiché nulla sarà più maledettamente uguale. Mai più. E nel preciso istante in cui te ne accorgerai capirai perché da tutto il resto sei sempre andato via.
—  Massimo Bisotti