When I arrived, I found all the doors and windows closed. I propped my bike against the wall, I was hungry and exhausted, but I preferred not to move too much in the dark, so I took shelter in a neighboring barn. My body was scratched by the branches on the roadside, I felt blood streaming down my face. The road was long. On the way, I saw many things and thought many things. I also thought that there would be no way for them to know only what I was thinking about you. But I had to come. I knew that you would understand this too. I had to come from you, because I had to come to you. And I knew that I had arrived. And I knew that this time I wasn’t just dreaming.
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