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Outside the window the south wind goes slow, caressing young leaves on trees. Look at those sparkling fresh leaves! They seem to wave hi to a butterfly fluttering freely around, wings beating without a sound. Little birds chirp bright under the sunlight, on top of the cars zooming by-a symphonic humming. On the opposite a tall building sits, with windows staring like eyes; walls in cream and polished nice. Enjoying the last sunset's fading glow, I stood still, gazing out of my window.
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC
Outside the window
Outside the window the south wind goes slow, caressing young leaves on trees. Look at those sparkling fresh leaves! They seem to wave hi to a butterfly fluttering freely around, wings beating without a sound. Little birds chirp bright under the sunlight, on top of the cars zooming by-a symphonic humming. On the opposite a tall building sits, with windows staring like eyes; walls in cream and polished nice. Enjoying the last sunset's fading glow, I stood still, gazing out of my window.
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC
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