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water trickles down a small fountain birds chirp. and there's a windchime
late at night there's a tennis match. the crickets chirp, trains passby in the disance, people quietly chat, two tennis players compete.
on a warm afternoon, fred drives around town. he gets gas and stops off at a bookstore
walking around town on a sunny Friday afternoon. Cars drive by, pedesrtains walk and talk and a fountain flows
