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Oh! there they were, as they always were, a sunny morning that day had, Oh! the perfect weather that moment had, the smell of the freshly baked pastries mingled in a pleasant way with the smell of the recently blooming flowers, oh how I remember that day so sweetly, the light gave the adorable brick road a distinguishably yellowish look which contrasted with the purples and deep blue colours of the buildings and shops had, it was a not a Sunday nor a Saturday so the hum and buzz of people running to and from work, prancing about to a social gathering or stumbling fever-ridden from a party from the previous moon, all together produced an avant-garde symphony which none but I seem to be able to hear and so enjoy.
so in that day there, I was, a non-indelible man (for i am not a man nor a mortal creature, but something akin to them), roaming about in an oh so savory neverending symphony, oh! but I was not meandering about, hearing this symphony wishing that it would never end, I had something in my mind, not an end or a goal but simply my wish to go to the climax of the first movement, and soon enough, I would reach it.