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Step by step. Leisurely strolling along the straightened avenue. Everything shimmers, glimmers, light and dreamy. Chatter, blurred snippets of words, some silly laughter - passersby in company. And yet each one is alone, unhurried, lifted...

Dewdrops tremble in the early morning silence on fine spider webs. It is still dawn. Only slowly does the environment reconstruct itself from the fresh fog. The vast, hilly meadow, the wild woodruff bushes at the roadside, the stream winding irregularly...