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I saw leaves that were moving. I thought: "It's a bird in its nest". I separated the leaves and looked; but there was no bird. The leaves continued to move. As I ran, faster and faster, I screamed. What moved the leaves? What moves my heart, my legs? |
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Metanoia
A Firecracker Story
Perfect Storm
Fifth of June
And the days go by
Verónica
Tonalli
Mia
The Art
Crossroads
Killer
Substance: Milk
Two Little Boys
Hold On
A Song For Your Mixtape
Father's Day
For Your Own Safety
Antoine and Colette
Drawing Near
Fused
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