All the lights of all the candlesticks in the world turn on and off at the same time. The shadows of rabbits made with hands are confused with angel callers. The sugary snowflakes melt on the entrances of the mountain houses and the bees leave the honeycombs to dive into it. I sit and wait for the train in an abandoned station. My fingers crack as I wait for a train that will never arrive.
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General Fiction"Debbie Harry and Kurt Cobain; Luca Prodan; a city that burns; a freckled girl who leaves; a war on a mysterious island and a cursed writer are the flashes that run through the mind of a teenager who suffered a motorcycle accident."
