The penguins, the butterfly, and the salamander were looking at the sky and wondering what it may be all about. The more they watched it and the more they realized that its nothingness was both deafening and powerful. There was no way they could even try to define it but they felt overwhelmed by its fluidity and lightness. It was nothing but everything at the same time. The little girl with a red raincoat was sitting in the middle of them with the butterfly dancing with her hair and the salamander resting on her lap. The penguins were surrounding her and for once were full of attention and care for a little girl whose life was just a terrible wreck. Since she could not speak there was no way they could ask her to tell the story of her life. Since she could not hear, there was no way they could describe what they were doing and who they were. But there was a sense of plenitude in her posture and she felt well among them and this could be felt by them. The Penguins, the butterfly and the salamander were looking at the sky and the little girl was looking into herself and into herself she was finding peace and for this she was grateful to whoever was next to her.


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