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The thick fog blew over our beautiful villages and cities.
The clouds spread out into a deep valley.
It rained and light lightning flashed.
The rain water flowed into the fields and helped farmers to irrigate their delicate orchards.
Then weeds and quarrels grew beside the scary roads.
Then the curtain came down on the strong and weak faces in their rooms.
Who is the strongest and weakest when nature conquers the environments?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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