transcribe the first paragraph of my novel "After the rout." Is virtually complete absence of your contributions and support.
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AFTER the rout
Luis Melero
The old society, broke the sky, feel
falls on their backs,
And the faltering flight wound folds.
Salvador Wheel.
I
souls were like newly unearthed. His rags and the secrecy with which they walked (despite no longer sounded like pops), made one think of the undead of legend. They formed a procession without order or force, without beginning or end, stretching forward and back as far as the eye, like a giant dragon of the old days, tired, defeated, dying and unable to launch and fogar by mouth. The landscape had changed since the tumultuous passage of the beast, the usual smell of salt and iodine combined with lemons and limes, had become a plague of fire not completely extinguished and the stench of rotting corpses. The only murmur was audible groans and sighs of content, because there was sufficient time so that the hearts of the fugitives were freed of terror. The two friends, an adult and a teenage boy almost could not stop mourn, but Mani was trying to steal from the looks of his friend's eyes swollen and red.
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