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k‚O‚V‚Qw‚ЂƊeX‚ɉƘH‚©‚ÈxƒPeople returned the way of the moonless night in May„
k‚O‚V‚RwƒvƒŒƒX‹@ŠB‚̉¹á‚¦‚ÄxƒThe clear sound of a press machine is carried by autumn breeze„
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k‚O‚V‚Xw¬“¹•ª‚©‚ê‚ÄŠR‚Ì•£xƒThe way had separated right and left before the cliff„
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k‚O‚W‚Q^•——é‚̉¹‹ß‚«‚Äm‚RniSŽ‘ j
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k‚O‚W‚SwŽG–ؗт𔲂¯‚é•—‚ ‚èxƒA fresh wind passes through a copse„iTŽ‘ j
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k‚O‚W‚Vw’n•û‹ó`‰Ä‚Ì‹óxƒThe cumulonimbus cloud had come out on the district airport„
k‚O‚W‚Ww‚‚ä‚Æ‚Í’m‚炸’·‚¢“¹‚Ì‚èxƒtime passes slowly In the country„i‚fŽ‘ j
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k‚O‚X‚OwƒTƒCƒŒƒ“‚̉¹‰“‚Ì‚«‚Äxƒ The ambulance siren faded away at that moment„
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k‚O‚X‚Rw’‹Q‚æ‚èŠo‚ß•l‚Éo‚éxƒThe walking after a nap„
k‚O‚X‚T^ŽsŠX’n‚É“ü‚蓹‚É–À‚¢‚Äi‚nŽ‘ j
k‚O‚X‚Uw“ú—Ö‚Ö‚«‚¿‚«‚¿ƒoƒbƒ^Ž¸‚¹‚É‚¯‚èxƒA grasshopper was going into the sun with chirring„iKŽ‘ j
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k‚P‚O‚Ow‚µ‚à‚½‰®‚Ì‚ ‚é˜H’n‚Éo‚éxƒOn the last Sunday of August„
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k‚P‚O‚Qw—c‚È“éõ‚Ý‚Ì¡‚ూ݂¨‚èxƒOnly the house in a corner of the town has left the old image„
k‚P‚O‚Rw•à‚«Žn‚ß‚Ä–¶‚Ì°‚ê‚ä‚­xƒAll the past recollections are dyed with the nostalgic color„
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