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A Renovation...





They hit, hit it hard, the piece fell down from up, from the sides.
I thought they broke it and yes they did. It was out of my understanding not out of my vision I could see every piece accepting the gravity and the light particles embracing the air. They splashed the wet, heavy, hard on the walls up and on the side again. I still can't understand, but I thought.
They applied something on the old colour and removed the old shade when the wet was dried they
rubbed it. I still can't understand it, until, they applied the new, different texture and then I understood it, related it, related to life, to learning to forget old and accept new. It was similar to the mind, for those wrecked, dull, unwanted thoughts. The regrets the mistakes are the only memories which we have, it's good to have them but not to shed, just to learn. Your life will change by the context of your life and not by the content of your life. You can change your context, by the rub, harsh, hard the old text out of your cells; accept and scribble all that is new and not just new but which is worth. New, is when the old is scrubbed and different is applied, not when applied on the old once. 


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