I have lived with my brother since I was a child. We live in a house surrounded by many trees and flowers. The house is filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants and the smell of some kind of rotting plants all year round. The beginning of my memory is my brother, and the end of my memory is also my brother. Living with my brother in that house that is a hundred times more beautiful than this one, for me, that is the most beautiful nest of memories.
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