Deserted Towns

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The hike today was sunny, yet a cold wind blew which was perfect. The fields we pass through are so incredibly green. Sometimes you pass through towns that are beautiful, yet utterly abandoned. Fruit trees bloom, water gushes from ancient carved fountains, tiled plaques tell the street names, yet not a soul stirs nor a dog barks. Only birds twitter and the wind moans through the empty windows

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