The butterfly, painted with fluorescence by a naughty child, flapped its fragile wings and flew to the highest point little by little.
The kite with its string broken was still hanging precariously among the dead branches. The wind passed by, bringing with it a hoarse neighing sound.
The children's laughter died down.
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I will present my most beautiful "rainbow dawn".
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