Andar

It made it seem that walking was an art on many levels. The opposite of herself, she felt a burden, an absolute desire to stick to the ground with each step. Sometimes, pain and martyrdom, he felt like a rare animal on the face of the earth.

Hacía parecer que caminar era un arte en muchos niveles. Al contrario de ella, sintía una carga, un deseo absoluto de enraizarse en el suelo con cada paso.
A veces, dolor y martirio, se sentía como un animal raro en la faz de la tierra.

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