The seashells near the ocean
where I grew up are storytellers.
Every morning, feet burning
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In the lake, there are the moon and clouds. Glassy clear blue sky and colourful autumn.
And, one woman also in it.
Nevertheless, I did not like that woman, so I walked away from her.
On the way home, I felt pity for her.
I walked back to the lake and looked, she was still there.
However, I still did not like her, so I walked away from her again.
On the way home, somehow I missed her.
And, one woman also in it.
Nevertheless, I did not like that woman, so I walked away from her.
On the way home, I felt pity for her.
I walked back to the lake and looked, she was still there.
However, I still did not like her, so I walked away from her again.
On the way home, somehow I missed her.