clouds. grays. winds.
the city had never looked more beautiful than this day.
the air in my nostrils were more fresh.
the lights were brighter and more colorful.
the streets were cleaner and more desolate.
the buildings were more glorious.
had someone redesign that glassy building?
I didn't know.
everything was so beautiful.
I still in the same old, small, city, yet it was strange.
funny how those three made a lovely difference.
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