Still Alive (2). Marble and leaves

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Her body traced a straight line for the first time in her life: from the window to the ground. A dense, green fluid came out of her broken body immediately: her blood wasn’t red. Some people in the street started screaming. Some others stared at her. But she wasn’t dead. At least she still could hear and see. A radiant and brilliant white light deluged the scene: her body appeared as an offering, a sacrifice, a promise of redemption. Suddenly a spit came out of her mouth: “ Here, my sin”.

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