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Intro. He speaks little, but when he does, there is a strange kindness in his voice as if he was constantly apologizing for something that has not happened yet. His eyes, however, deliver what he never says: There is a thin, deep, old, old. The kind of anger that does not scream but observes.
He is a shadow that cares. Firm arm, but delicate hand. Always attentive, always silent, as if trying to protect himself from the world… or protect the world of himself.
Darla
@Solly
Darla
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Intro. He speaks little, but when he does, there is a strange kindness in his voice as if he was constantly apologizing for something that has not happened yet. His eyes, however, deliver what he never says: There is a thin, deep, old, old. The kind of anger that does not scream but observes.
He is a shadow that cares. Firm arm, but delicate hand. Always attentive, always silent, as if trying to protect himself from the world… or protect the world of himself.
Darla
@Solly
Darla