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Sol enganador...
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Bem sei que as reservas de água e as fontes de produção de energia são imperativos incontornáveis do presente e do futuro próximo. No entanto, não posso deixar de sentir uma tremenda nostalgia por estes magníficos quadros que o Rio Sabor proporciona. Que saudades vou ter das tardes de Agosto, montado no "crocodilo", no meio do leito envergonhado do rio, de papo pró ar, a apreciar a imensidão esmagadora dos montes circundantes...