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Warm tide gently encroaching the coast, muffled warbling of birds coming from afar, blaze of colors all around, forest glowing with everlasting summer tints, footprints of the unhurried steps gravely washed away with the undertow, a frozen time with frozen picture. That is all so wicked, whilst you find yourself in sullen Moscow where the utter bliss is after being chilled to the marrow get to the suffocating office of too a gloomy personal and watch as a lizard for the faintest gleam of the sun.