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... ow hair, the rain threads sprinkled down upon the earth, making everything damp and sticky.
Along the road, where the nudges of green grass and wildflowers peeked through the crevices of the blue stones, their heads emerged resiliently, only to be stepped on by the disheartened cultivators, instantly crushed into mud, ground into dust, and turned into a wet green paste sticking on the ground.
The disheveled flowers and the drizzle were as gloomy and wasted as the mood of the nume ...
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