Dreaming to walked at d' oldest street while the dried leaves of a creepy structure of trees are swinging on air wanted to touch the ground and passing at the old abandoned house while wondering what good memories happened inside at its early age. Crossing at the road with noice sounds of walking horses because of chariots and footstep of a busy individuals wearing not too fancy long dress and gloves up to their elbow for women and black overcoat and hat while holding a pipe at his left hand and staff at his right hand for men, no pollution came from large factory and coal is the only source of fuel. Appreciating from the top of a grassy mountain the large portion of green land and a pure water flowing at rocky snake-like river that split the town to others, simultaneous to the chirp of birds the fresh wind splashing the grass that makes them dancing.

Too unlucky to born late.

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