It was 7 o'clock. I was walking along the seashore, when the metal fish tried to swallow the sun.
This could be the opening sentence of a fiction book.
But it is not.
I was passing by when, by chance, that specific time of the day places the Sun in a position where an impressive scenery is formed, almost as if the lifeless metal fis…
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