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A dark cold wind rattled, white mist erased the sun, its light pierced the image. Sculptures of the mountains shattered the sky shrouded in emerald-bottomed clouds. High… Sharp… Since time hasn't moved, that's where the heart beats, the silence doesn't ripple. The illusory mirror above the lake bends the tree waving color, in the gap the legs trace His work. Where am I? Where the soul does not remember home, when life seems perfect. How beautiful this rug is, spreading its charm over the horizon, endless in sight, feels like an adventure in a land of no man's nature.
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A dark cold wind rattled, white mist erased the sun, its light pierced the image. Sculptures of the mountains shattered the sky shrouded in emerald-bottomed clouds. High… Sharp… Since time hasn't moved, that's where the heart beats, the silence doesn't ripple. The illusory mirror above the lake bends the tree waving color, in the gap the legs trace His work. Where am I? Where the soul does not remember home, when life seems perfect. How beautiful this rug is, spreading its charm over the horizon, endless in sight, feels like an adventure in a land of no man's nature.
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