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17.07.2013

I leave my town when I get tired from its sounds, smoke and people evil. I go to my country where I have peace for my body and my mind. I can hear how grass grows and stars talk to each other. The air in my country is permeated with the smell of fresh milk. Sunrises and sunsets are filled with special beauty. Everything breathes tranquility. I am happy.   

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