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| Credit: Vincent Van Gogh: Starry Night |
That was clear in memory when the night was bright as it revealed the colour of the world as it was during the day. My heavy eyes looked down on the wide-ranging bricks. It is hard to be on top against the wind that swirls into the nose. The cloth that covered the shoulders is now in the face. This time, water came out of the eyes. Long he stood up, floating his mind as to whether there was a ridge of high. As if the world seemed to stop, the noise no longer hurt him. One by one creation of God and men he observed until his eyes focused on a big tree. The tree was long on its toes. He could imagine, the tree came to him and said, "Congratulations. You did your best today. Go sleep..."
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