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The mountain is fully covered in green tinsel, energized by the summer sun. From the top to the base, birds are flying beneath its trees, singing imortal songs that were maybe heard by our grand-grand-grand parents and unremembered ancestors.
Tiny creatures are groveling at the wet and sloppy surface, scratching the mud and living indecipherable shapes. Frogs, worms, frames, ants and caterpillars are signing the earth with their seals in the ground, marking their pass that may not be ever important to anyone but the forest.
In the summer pass, nature is powered by colosal gears, resonating with the entire nature and gently touching the ironed hearts of humans that are far from the nature.
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