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The Room Ibiscus |
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The sun's shine his last rays. The facade is tinged with ocher, seem the bougaivilliers loke springle with a
flour gold. Below, the cactus garden is now in the shade while the afterglow get in the room until the foot bed. He disappears behind the pines perched atop the hill. It will be dark soon. |
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