Dust
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WpMetadataReadComplete Wed, Apr 4, 2018<5 mins
Szła. Właściwie już zapomniała, po co idzie. Liczył się tylko piasek, piasek, i pustka, i nieodparte wrażenie, że musi iść naprzód. Więc szła naprzód, ciągle przed siebie, i ciągle przez piasek, krok za krokiem, przez suchą, gorącą i pustą przestrzeń.
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A young girl encounters wolves near her remote village in Russia. Captivated by the beauty of these majestic animals, her heart is ever drawn back to the pack... She lives without the fear of time running out. ○●○●○●○●Try to imagine a life without timekeeping.●○●○●○●○ You probably can't. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calender, a time for dinner or a movie. Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.

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