As I walk towards the building made of steel and glass with factory chimneys emitting thick smoke somewhere in the back I hear ducks’ quacking. What a lovely morning!
My daughter’s card in the mail, the one she created at school but failed to take home before holidays. New Year’s wishes in rhymes.
I see the last sparkle of the fireworks somewhere far on the horizon as I descend the road.
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