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Last night a dragon saved my life
As you may have figured out after many stories set on them, I have a great love for mountains. The main reason is them being the last stronghold of the wild in many parts of the world, including the highly urbanized Northern Italy, the land I come from. Hiking on them, however, despite being rewarding, is always a big mission to take, and the mountains are not prone to forgiving errors; it is essential not to face them unprepared, and always have some company. I need to make this clear immediately, because this is the story of how a mistake I made in regards to the mountains gave me the best coincidence of my life. Yesterday. I was directed towards a mountain top. The path became steeper in an exponential way: from easy to doable to impervious to a series of big rocks signed with a red mark. I managed to reach 2100m (6890 feet) before finding myself in front of a rock way beyond my capabilities: high, partially overhung by another rock wall on the right, with a horribly wide empty
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Chapter Endings and Beginnings
I’m turning the pages in the latest chapter of my life watching it grow slimmer and slimmer on the approach towards a conclusion I’m imagining the stories that might unfold within the next chapter from ideas gathered in the interim such as visiting animation museums riding historic railways and exploring grand caverns— hoping they will come true in all the best ways Like being able to board a ship headed for new adventures after so much time spent watching passengers depart from the shore …awaiting my chance to move
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THE MAN WHO NEVER WAS
A lone man sits before a table, staring down at his laptop screen, typing something in quick succession. A typical scene one might deem ordinary, a daily routine in our modern age, everyone does it. So what makes this one special? What I’m saying now may sound cruel and uncaring, but there is nothing special about this individual. He is just a man sitting at his table typing on his laptop, and…! The Man looked up confusedly out of the blue as if he heard something that wasn't supposed to be there. A sharp look of piecing anger briefly showed upon his face as he looked around his tiny kitchen with the scratched floor and white shove. Wait, what is he doing? The light was dim, casting shadows that obscured some corners of the room, making it feel more claustrophobic than it was. The wind outside began to howl, an ominous sound that echoed through the empty kitchen. The Man looked out his window, but nothing but the black of night, and the wind kept howling outside. No boogeymen
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