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neigbourhood

The neighborhood



At last, I found the bairro of my dreams
so quiet, for once  I could hear the swallow sing
A grocery, a cafe and a pharmacy, what more does an old man need.
Tall trees protected by the North Westerly, here autumnal
leaves fall in peace.
Alas, I shall not live here, but go there on my bike
when I want to listen to stillness
 
Written by oskar
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