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英文故事：Escape (作者：枫健 2008-07-03)

“It is time to escape!” the man shouted.
“Maybe.” I answered in silence surrounding a panic.
“Yunus, you sleep sweetly on the white, white sand with the smile detained on the day 2.13, and steadied.”
I touched the words, the only words carved in the headstone.
Smelling the dust and every little scene ever acted, which were still suffused around the air. I stepped along the stairs and slowly vanished into the shadow. Nevertheless, in fact, I just attempted to decorate my scar.
Lights penetrating through the window stretched the nightmare over the corner. While, I just stared at the cloth bag she always had on. I knew exactly what was in it.
I need her dairy, I need her voice, and even, I need escaping into her spirits.
“She often reads them to me.” I lost in some temporary fantasy, as if what I stoke quietly was far from an actual dairy now.
I could feel it clearly that all my aspirations have however flown into one single ambition, which was to open it.
With every breathe I took, a white puff escaped into the wind, and then broke up in the heart the moment it cooled to a frost.
Lights changed gently.
Up to now, I completely realized the final light releasing from her eyes, flashing in the “missing” season: Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter, but it suddenly faded, faded in the flooded fire spreading around Poland.
The paper dipped in the dim sunshine, sank, sank in despair, with the simple words: No one can even escape this cold world.

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Tears melted the fresh ink: 1941.2.13

“Yunus, put on your coat and your wooden boots, then we may sail to our Promised Land forever.”

Pour to those, who live as soft a lily as it does, and devoted all to freedom.