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The clouds dyed into acacia color hang quietly there.

Time flows slowly at this moment.

The sparse sound of slapping balls and shouts came from the playground; it aroused several birds on the treetops and flew to another treetop not far away.

She lowered her head slightly and moved the sunset out of her sight.
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