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a solid silence welcomes you
right from the entrance shaded gravestones victorian angels with dirty bodies transfer to your backbone an alien coldness artificial flowers are scattered around by the wind a useless wall thick like the one of a fortress encircles the place with twisted arms opened to the distant sky a bunch of naked trees are guarding the yard from the back on the fresh snow the black and mixed up footsteps of the forthcoming residents
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