How could I report what I saw?
She was just walking down the old street in that old same way that she used to walk; the same path of our daily life of ordnary madness of our false hapiness through the centuries and centuries.
But that afternoon something was diffrent...
there was in the sky a flying pegasus; winged tetrapod in which I could not believe;
So, when she reached the corner; turned left; I laughed and went home.
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