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... wly in the yard.
It was foggy last night, the soil was moist, and the branches and leaves of the flowering trees were darker. Crystal clear drops of water hang from the branches, dripping unsteadily, colliding with the ground lightly, and then splashing everywhere.
The bird stood on the branch and twittered, turning its head from time to time to trim its feathers with its beak.
A snail was struggling to climb up the wall, leaving a wet trail behind it.
On both ...
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