February 6th, 2008

птыц

Allmost the hall

Concrete fence. A barbed wire. No words, no sounds... The very big grey building. Seventy meters upwards. Steps without a handrail. Upwards, upwards and upwards. The shrill sound getting into a brain. The frightening and drawing height. Singing of a wind. A mad gnash! In the award - the sea from height of the bird's flight...



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