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  • Today I felt an urgent need to talk to someone. I walked to familiar park but there was nobody around. Just empty seats in empty circle.

    Just silence.

    Then I heard the trees talking to me. Oaks and elms and lindens and larches. With their whizzing leaves and creaking twigs and boughs. And birds in those trees talked to me with all their wild adrenaline of early summer. They battled for floor, thrushes and robins and flycatchers and nightingales. Gulls and terns and swallows yelled their comments from 50 meters above.

    Sand talked to me raspingly when I moved my feet. Wasps and flies and beetles buzzed their endless jokes beside my ear.

    And the wind, almighty wind silenced all discussion from time to time with his one-eyed ultimatums. Bossy kind of guy.

    You’re never alone in summertime. You stand in the middle of most lively story circle. If you just get out.
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