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It's never been raining this much before. Cruel wind seems to blow all the thoughts out of mind. There’s no chance to see a smile in this city, not now, not today. Rain washes away the streets, with its people.Colors blend into one dirty gray mass No artist would use it for a picture. The smoke from local bakeries wraps frozen to bones people and brings them minute relief from cold tension.

Within this mortal city I see you. You‘re walking down the filthy Green street. Black slicker and blue jeans. Nothing different from other figures. Nothing but your eyes. They are shining as a sun that just arose upon the waiting Earth. Nothing but your smile that keeps a mystery inside. You’re not from here and it’s easy to notice. Your look isn't lost,it is travelling up and down the street. It is curious, wondering not weary from daily routine. Why did you come here? What are you looking for,stranger? No, not a stranger, no more, not to me..