enough confusion, just get heated! It is the hour of the walk, so what? It can turn a walk into a dive, or not? Just ignore the formalities or whether T-shirt, shoes and pants hold up to salt, along with the quiet determination and gritty gray strip between the balustrades of the crumbling pier, leap without any slowdown in the simulation of the abyss that opens up before, maybe crying something, clasped hands to cut through the ether, in a plastic dive like an arrow that penetrates the infinite mass of salt water, including large air bubbles trapped in the midst of the waves caused, and eddies in various fluid power, strength , and taper angle. Not so difficult after all. And emerge with wet clothes. Embarrassment, of course, but mente riazzerata.
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