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The days go by watching the trails of clouds moving away between the backdrops of desolate buildings. On the horizon, I hear the sound of that lake in the mountains. When I walk down the path or on the gray sidewalks, a sudden vision of that garden resonates deep inside.

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The days go by watching the trails of clouds moving away between the backdrops of desolate buildings. On the horizon, I hear the sound of that lake in the mountains. When I walk down the path or on the gray sidewalks, a sudden vision of that garden resonates deep inside.

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