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The new day was rosy and bright, as if the clouds covering the moon and stars the previous evening had been nothing but a bad nightmare. Greta had hoped that that morning could flood her with water so much that she would drown, that the wind could lift her up with its strength and carry her away, away from everything and from that pain that tormented her soul. Instead it seemed that nature had amazingly gathered up on that square, all the most colorful flowers, and all the birds singing the most amazing songs: the sun was already high in the sky when Greta embittered by the beauty that surrounded her decided to get up from the steps of that fountain and return to Ponte Agro.
All the things that were happening did not cause her any any pain, any feeling ... everything seemed so far a
