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Friday, February 15, 2013

177. The Sleeper



"Walking along the narrow city streets one dust-filled afternoon, he suddenly felt weak. The weight of his sleeping child was on his shoulder – but the swirling heat distracted his mind.
   Exhausted, he raised his head and rested his dry eyes on the massive mountainside above the city. He felt his head spin, and with a dry voice, he uttered three words that suddenly came to him: 'Cephaloedium! Cephaloedium! Cephaloedium!'
   Afterwards, he turned around and continued walking. He kept his tired gaze fixed straight ahead – afraid that he would catch another glimpse of the mountain and its ancient rocks, watching him from above."
(Cefalù, Sicily, Italy, 2012. Nikon D300 + Nikkor 18-200/3.5-5.6)

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