Dawn expecting a quiet, could wait with patience, surely the many questions that arose would have been answered.
its part, the night capped windows, barred the doors, trying desperately to keep the darkness, the terrified every flash of light, reduced its power. He won the light for too long stifled and repressed, and it was an explosion of joy, hope, happiness, and the awareness that human life was changing, he was rewriting history.
"Grandfather why did you stop? How did it end? He won the light? "
" No! Neither of the night and became allied with the ink darker than before the dawn could not take advantage of flashes of light that could send the air. Took advantage of the sunset, gray and anonymous which continued to dampen the stop light and darkness. "
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