Window to Summer
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In a hot summer days I often hide in cool places. Like the one at our grandfather. Down in the cellar, where wood for winter was stored. There I was, with some book, reading in light coming from window. Window full of flowers and bees flying around them. I was down there, having my long time alone with a book. Time than was much longer than now, time was so long that one can think and dream...
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