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...peaceful here, in a way Sunnydale wasn’t, not even on those carefree summers of his early childhood. The air is crisp and cold and strangely dry, considering the snow that covers everything like a soft, white blanket, unperturbed by cars, people or pollution, but for a few bushes that refuse, stubbornly, to die with winter.
( Sighişoara (3) )...

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