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I stroll near the river Zarad – it’s narrow, trickly, like time itself is slowin down. The park on Radunskaya Ave, you know that place where sun beaming through the trees makes somethin magical? I sit there when i need to think. It’s a spot where memories and confusions melt away. True, i sometimes think “This is our life, bound by fate.” Kinda bittersweet, huh?