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  • The small house in the little village stood still in the autumn breeze, the small windows like wide open eyes, the chimney rising up to the sky, wanting to fly away.

    The red roof was tired after a long life with hardship, the snow, the rain and the wind that blows in the harsh winter.

    The blue mountain waited in the background, standing proud, watching over the red house like a giant guardian, alert and awake.
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