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Marco laughed, a short, tired sound. “And what does He see?”
“The lake is silent today,” Marco sighed, leaning against the wall. “Everything is quiet. It’s like the world is holding its breath.” davide_van_de_sfroos_oh_lord_vaarda_gio_feat_zu...
Tonio sat on the stone wall outside his cottage, his hands—gnarled like the roots of the chestnut trees behind him—resting on his knees. He was waiting for the light. Not the bright, blinding sun of the tourists’ postcards, but the low, golden ember that sometimes caught the ripples of the water at dusk. Marco laughed, a short, tired sound
Tonio stayed on the wall until the copper light turned to violet. He stood up, patted the cold stone as if it were an old friend, and headed inside. He didn't need to ask for much. Just that the light would find the lake again tomorrow, and that the Lord would keep an eye on the mountain. It’s like the world is holding its breath
“Are you still talking to the stones, Tonio?” a voice boomed from the path.