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fragile as a stone

I have seen stones eroded by the wind, weak but constant...tides give submarine, the boredom of a continuous to always be repeated of equal days and the anxious thing is that at the end that how worn-out and that it brings to the loss of desire to live or to fight is only an air of indifference, of ordinary resignation, an atmosphere rather than done salient. The water and the wind erode worse the rock of an earthquake..