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Oct 21, 2014
In this picture it is possible to see that the staircase used to go down to the riverside. However, when it rains the water flow might get so strong that the bridge crossing the river, the station at the riverside and even the stairs leading there were destroyed.
Oct 21, 2014

In this picture it is possible to see that the staircase used to go down to the riverside. However, when it rains the water flow might get so strong that the bridge crossing the river, the station at the riverside and even the stairs leading there were destroyed.

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staircase leading to the Caracol waterfall, South Brazil
Oct 21, 2014

staircase leading to the Caracol waterfall, South Brazil

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Tigress looking upwards (by Tambako the Jaguar)
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Tigress looking upwards (by Tambako the Jaguar)

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Filtered light. That was all he could see looking up from underneath.
Probably more than one mile separated him from the surface and he had abandoned hope.
He knew that he could not linger to conciousness much longer too.
For a moment he tried to remember what fatalities had brought him to the place where he was now.
A storm in open sea. His little boat against the wild waves. A rope tightly hung to his ankle. The inevitable pull and finally that water cathedral.
In those last moments in which he obliged to his fate, everything suddenly became very easy to accept. He knew it was the end, so why bother fighting? Moreover, why bother suffering because of the past? That was indeed a cathedral and immenent death was at the altar. He realized that he could easily forgive everyone and he could also let go of all the burden he had carried so far.
Every good he had seen suddenly became too meaningful for him to ignore. And put in perspective, all the bad stuff in his life seemed very petty.
He opened his mouth in an impulse of his body, trying desperatly to find air and avoid dying, and that made his contemplation cease.
The burning sensation of water filling up his lungs brought to mind the conclusion that that was it, death was really at hand. And then he thought of the loved ones he would never see again. Thinking about them was almost enough to make him fear what was ahead of him. But there was no time to think. The light started fading and he started fantasizing about green fields in summer days. That was when it all vanished without him ever noticing. The duality of perceiving the beauty and the horror of the ocean, and how they were so deeply entwined in one another was so great that only due to such small time he had, was he not able to even forgive himself.
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