A space filled with silence.
Sit on the straw,
the rhythm of days
For a moment.
This is the place where stories start.
A space to shout.
Emotions run, overlapping and scoring the way.
Stand on the bricks
coming forth in a tidal wave.
This is the place for mothers and daughters.
A space filled with the bodies of the moon.
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