"Bésala, imbécil, bésala."
It came and touched me gently, and then left through the back door. I said goodbye, with a sudden mix of joy and sadness, and came inside, where everything was still the same. Everything except me. And I looked in the mirror, and there i was: a little bit older, a little bit wiser... And i swore i wouldnt welcome Time again, but then i cried: i couldnt remember its face.
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