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Looking planes, sitting valley with special song in ears and try to find emotions in this city, it’s cheating me. Like – “this is memory”, I mean then you feel something like “special rain” with “special smell, textures and colors” which appears only once without reasons, you can’t find it in real time again, only flashbacks tied to special place/time etc.

From outer spring, where are we been. With kindest wish. Serene pure realm.

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