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| Albania. Absolutely love the picture. Sunny and lively outside, but within the curtains, the sensation of melancholic silence overwhelms the room. The bright sunlight reveals particles of dust dancing in the air, its radiance consuming the darkness, its sword-like hue piercing inside the clouded room. Hope is outside and that's what shes looking. Or so I believe. It's a shame that I forgot her name, but I'll ask her again. |