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the man moves to the city by bike, the icy.
his hands in front of glowing red cold.
lost in thought.

"where are the gloves?
in the chest? I lost it in the library,
between all the books and thought? .
so distracted, so distracted I am, "

a wind comes and awakens an idea:

he will show the kind of snow. tomorrow. in the park.