CHAPTER 12 ...
When Relena came out of the trunk, the barrel slipped on the clover lawn joining the hill to some openings of the train. Particularly those of higher class. Relena did not know what time it was (how many hours). Because she lost her watch in some tumble or forced rest. In any event, it was the dawn of the third day, and one can even say that it was a dawn like all the others. The summer ones. When the sun comes up earlier for reasons of astrology, heat beats gently on the earth, until the cockroaches retire for the day, and all subjects on vacation smile (like the half-naked models in a car commercial – a family dream car), smile sweetly, and life starts slowly up to the peak of awakeness.
The hand had fallen into the melted bronze. Deep. The bronze had hardened on the surface. On the surface one could notice the dullness of the mantle and the gliding shape of the folds.
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