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I am here now.
Paris. Alone.Alive. Le jeune errant. The young wanderer. I've just arrived from a journey. One month of roaming along the auto routes,streets,green fields,parks and forests of some modern-civilized countries. The country of rabbits and interesting drivers. The country of ducks and cannabis. The country of foxes and conservationism. Sun danced all over . I never found a camping place. Human societies are very cold places. But still, sun danced all over and everywhere. The monkey and the butterfly. My true and only imaginary friends.They never complained. Sun danced all over and everywhere. I was singing and walking along with the clouds. "No need to run and hide.It's a wonderful,wonderful life"
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