"A cure for autumn blues" |
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A chilly October evening, with the wind pounding the windows and the sky covered in clouds, makes ordinary people want to wrap themselves in a warm blanket, hugging a huge mug of hot tea. I, on the other hand, wanted to leave my cozy apartment and go somewhere cold and rainy. It didn't matter where... I wasn't expecting adventure, meeting anything magical, and certainly not slaying a dragon, saving a princess, and so on... I just wanted to get away. From this mundane, everyday life, this swamp of measured life. Better rain and wind than tomorrow, similar to a hundred others before it. To leave and never return. Usually, that's how it all begins.
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