When we were kids, the sky was so close to us. It was so close to touch and loved the smell when it rained, washing the dirt off the world.The faint clap of thunder striking in the dark grey clouds. And later the magical view where the suns rays fell on everything and they sparkled like golden glitters. ………………
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