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Sometimes there are times when we go out from the crowd
Then fused with nature
Playing with solitude, shade, simplicity
Under the trees, humming with the afternoon breeze

Enjoy day after day without the crowds
No pollution, no city noise, but with the wind whisper countryside, with continuity of animals, crops, farmers

Even if later around the world many great buildings
I still miss the place there, spot out from the crowd.


-from someone who hates the crowd, but will win the crowd.