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The window.

  the crowded roads and the running humans the street dogs barking and the unnecessary fighting nothing escapes from my view the silent gossip and the noisy traffic the birds chirping and the winds rustling I hear everything the woebegone reality passes through me every day But I don\’t say anything I maintain my calm

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Smoke.

      The smoke from the factory was rising above Fluttering like a flag trying to touch the firmament The curious eyes were long waiting on the window To see the dimness and the breaking of clouds to rain But they were unaware of the deceit of the evil smoke When the smoke disappeared,

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