Vengo ground. As never put photos, this time we will give you an image that shocked me. Here's a picture I took with the phone, and I've cut so you do not see us in the mirror. It's a dead fox in a pool in the garden of this house. It's actually more like a small farm ... The guy took me for a walk one morning, as if we were dating, given by the hand, as he likes. Come along and tells me the birds (he knows a lot of birds) "Look, a chatterbox, and that a tit, and I just stared at the ground so as not to stain the shoes. Suddenly I saw that way with soft hairs floating in a puddle on the move with a pole and left the corpse full of expression on his face. Funny how death discovers and exposes new gestures and expressions in one head, even after death. Until the eyes are completely rotten, the face of a dead man always retains the power of sight. This picture is I've been around this bridge in the immediate stage of memory. It is an image that you intend to dominate and lose the fear, to see it for what it is, a dead thing, as animated as the mud and leaves the pond, but in my mind I can never leave to feel something ominous in the expression of that eye and the mouth.
rest I tell you tomorrow, or whenever you can.
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