TWELVE by Chris #108671962468413858237688769277430945837696727876081206841110767832193176698890

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TWELVE by Chris

Ethereum

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0xF0...3959

Ethereum

Descripción

Dedicated to Ernest Hemingway, the writer, who many years ago told his stories to a little girl and forever settled love to prose in her heart. Inspired by “The Snows of Kilimanjaro”. The shabby walls seemed to her something like an execution over a once even and carefully laid out row of logs. A few years ago they were built for guests who came to this most beautiful place to quench their thirst for the moment, when the fresh mountain air slowly spreads through the lungs, bypasses all their possessions and leak as warm steam from their lips. She looked at him, laying next to her. In his open eyes, she noticed a storm of wandering thoughts, but they were all a hundred kilometers away from her. She was scared, she knew it. But it was a different fear, much stronger than all the insane roars and tantrums, much louder than the piercing screams and the howl of a siren. It was so powerful that it drowned out everything around. It was absolutely silent. This silent killer sat firmly inside her, paralyzing all the muscles of her body, capturing her thoughts and the very ability to think. She just sat in her seat and couldn’t move. Everything in her head was filled with solid white. For a second it seemed to her that she might go insane, but even in her thoughts she could not escape from there, to say nothing of real movement even with her fingertips. She was scared. This was not how she imagined their trip. Why did they even come here. She was looking at him, and love turned to rage. She hated him because he stopped fighting. That like this, lying here, he might appear so weak that he would just walk away and leave her alone. Suddenly, the fury receded, and tenderness spilled over her body at the very moment she remembered his tremulous touch and the careless, affectionate look that followed her at their home. She touched his scalding hot hand. She squeezed her fingers tighter and tighter, and finally, with an effort, he turned his face towards her, and in his eyes there was a distinct phrase that she deliberately did not want to make out.

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ID de Token

108671962468413858237688769277430945837696727876081206841110767832193176698890

Red

Ethereum

Estándar

ERC1155

Network

OS Shared Storefront Collection

OPENSTORE

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TWELVE by Chris 108671962468413858237688769277430945837696727876081206841110767832193176698890