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Far away, the mountains sleep shrouded in mist, autumn mist, maternal; they rest the rough masses of his stone being on this warm November afternoon, pious afternoon, purple and purple. The wind has shaken the withered elms and their leaves fall on the field and the river. Life goes on and the afternoon gives way to gloom as the animals run back to their shelter
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