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... temperaments. Some sat at the table drinking tea, some leaned against the side of the doorframe, while others closed their eyes to listen, and at that moment in their midst, a figure, still somewhat childish, sat on a high stool with closed eyes playing the violin.
The tranquil music flowed quietly in the flower room bathed in the afterglow, and immersing in it was like a walk under a far and azure sky with a sea of flowers sprawling across the hills and dales. The soft petals bloomed a ...
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