"...One day, I found myself in the land of the perennial ice. The twilight was flooding everything with waves of purple, pink, and ice-cold blue.
I climbed a mountain of ice. From there, I could see the horizon - and there was nothing but a vaste plain of ice. As my hands were touching the cold surface, shimmering reflections were playing in the air. Then I closed my eyes and thought: 'that must be Beauty, for sure..."

©  Orio Menoni, 1999

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