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After spending the whole winter in bed, this air was indeed refreshing. This scenery has not changed as much. Perhaps just greener than my memories. The oak is there, with thicker trucks; the grasses have rose from the ground; the leaves have returned. It's funny how despite all these bizarre events happening around the world, they were not affecting them at all. They spur, they grow and they fall. It's an endless process for them. Isn't it parallel across the universe? We live, we grow and we die. Some just died before the real death but if I pull them out and be immersed in this scenery  I'm sure something will change, perhaps not much of the outer, but definitely the inner.    

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