We met on an empty street, everyone was asleep somewhere or busy with their duties fell silent. Our conversation has changed to everyday life, gray but colored with the warmth of honesty and kindness. Everything around had no names, the sun did not want to disturb us and counted the time to its final. It was approaching 12.00 at noon and the smell of dinner began to evaporate and stroke the hungry senses. As usual, my interlocutor was worried about her pale complexion and she was traditionally protected by an umbrella ... Nostalgia.
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We met on an empty street, everyone was asleep somewhere or busy with their duties fell silent. Our conversation has changed to everyday life, gray but colored with the warmth of honesty and kindness. Everything around had no names, the sun did not want to disturb us and counted the time to its final. It was approaching 12.00 at noon and the smell of dinner began to evaporate and stroke the hungry senses. As usual, my interlocutor was worried about her pale complexion and she was traditionally protected by an umbrella ... Nostalgia.
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