People said he was the best local sculptor. He only worked with blocks of pure transparent ice in a dim wax candle light. His carvings looked living beings, so real that people could hear them moan with tears of pain when the sun started to melt them in the morning.
This is a group of very short stories written in easy English. They mean a picture of shocking facts through only fifty words. Neither more nor less.
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domingo, 12 de febrero de 2012
The living moments collector
People said he was the best local sculptor. He only worked with blocks of pure transparent ice in a dim wax candle light. His carvings looked living beings, so real that people could hear them moan with tears of pain when the sun started to melt them in the morning.
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