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The Flow
In countless days and nights, we wander amidst wakefulness and chaos. In moments of bewilderment, we often hear distant songs emanating from our vacant souls, and in a trance, we may witness the sudden blossoming of peach blossoms and the rushing tide approaching. The drizzling rain washes away the traces of urban life, stripping off the glamour. Is all of this an invitation from a dream?
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