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The ornament of dawn!

With the crow of the rooster I go out every morning through the main artery of my small city, heading for my usual task.

Accompanied by the morning singing of the birds, the few people who pass by, a sun that hides itself because it misses its people, under this face the magic, the charisma and all their dedication for years hides

Brightness as others walk: By Leonardo Rivera Pérez.

Walk as if counting the steps one by one. As if he remembered the years lived. They already add 84. Long life. Nice story to tell.