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Sesión 1
Sentada en una fría banca de metal un susurro del viento juguetea con mi pelo, provocando que un escalofrío se cuele por mi nuca. De lejos llega el ruido de butacas y mesas, pasos apresurados, zapatillas, pantalones arrastrados. Las nubes recortan la poca luz que hay. Frente a mi un árbol se alza majestuosamente a contra luz, contrastando el cúmulo de nubes grises con sus ramas desnudas. Espero que llueva pronto. Una podadora amputa el silencio, y el aroma del pasto recién cortado inunda el ambiente. Alguien barre los restos de un charco que nació con la lluvia de ayer. Casi puedo escuchar la risa del barrizal mientras las primeras gotas de lluvia caen.
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Sitting on a cold metal bench whispering wind plays with my hair, causing a chill in through my neck. By far the noise of chairs and tables, running feet, shoes, pants pulled arrives. Clouds cut what little light there is. In front of me a tree stands majestically against the light, contrasting gray cumulus clouds with bare branches. I hope it rains soon. A mower cuts off silence, and the smell of freshly cut grass fills the air. Someone sweeps the remains of a puddle that began with the rain yesterday. I can almost hear the laughter of the mud as the first raindrops fall.