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WINTER DAY - LAST DAWN: ACTION! 3 / 6

Their homes receive them coldly. In winter, the dead season late this year to die.

A second before the start of the first sunrise in winter, its only up to that moment, the night was sure he had won the war, he had taken the final over.

When the walls of the houses are beginning to return a bit 'of the heat taken from their inhabitants, it is too late now, and it's just time to sleep.

Squilla phone him. Already knows that she is, across town from his home, connected by a thread that calls it. And so she answers without speaking. And she listens to him without speaking. It's not a dumb call. It 's a good night. It 's a promise.

Last night she dreamed. He asked her to accompany him to a place not far away, but she became impatient and replied that he had to learn to fend for himself, that he could not always afraid of having to take two steps without her. So he had moved alone to the place that he had asked to come together, and then, turning, she realized he was gone. It was not the first time. That they always disappear, so, without a trace, and there had never been so in those cases, to find him without his wish. This is a very disturbed, but had to rassegnarvicisi. Returned, so in this dream home. Then, in his bed, was awakened by a bell. It really woke up, because they really thought he heard playing. But uncertain if the ring had escaped from a dream or penetrated by reality, he was doubtful about what to do in the warmth of the blankets. The idea, moreover, that no one would play on his door at that hour, he had calmed down, but not quite.

anyone, he was convinced, had really call. In the dream or in reality. He saw, in the meantime, rays of light drawn on the opposite wall, light that penetrates through the cracks of the shutter half open, stamping on that wall and humming a stave blank. It was then decided to go to the window where they stood before him imperious, almost violent, a huge full moon that dominated the sky, coloring the expanse of snow below the bluish glow of an almost blinding.

All the next morning wondering if it passed the moon in a dream, or someone to the moon, ringing the bell, he wanted to draw your attention.

spends a day. The hand light brings tears to the enemy a few inches of soil.