The earth is slightly moistened, the belly of the east and west rivers flashes the sky whitely, the flying clouds gather in the faint light, the night arrives like a horse passing through the gap, and the narrator has a touch of morning light.

The wind is turbulent and unpredictable.

Swept by a cloud of moments and quickly retreated towards the clouds, wrapped in the green landscape and filled in at will.

The soil cage expands one color, and the growth is dense and rare...

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