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As a spider, the mist descends, in his embrace envelops the fields. In a snare she tightened the mountains, he crawled slowly over the rivers. Between the trees cleverly, she hides everything in her custody. No one asks if it is desired, comes with her cool coinage!
Everything wrapes it unhappily ... Fog conquers my soul! And please the fog dense to dissipate, and the sun heat up again!