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IRINA BOLDINA
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there you can hear the branches crackling under the ice. with some kind of crystal sound, unable to withstand, they break off and fly down from the very tops of the heads, crash against the crust, scattering fragments, and something very important, inexpressible inside turns on, where lightness and heaviness are simultaneous, mutual, like life and death
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