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It all happened randomly. I found beautiful, red, fragrant raspberries at the market that day. It had just rained, everything smelled freshly washed, a light premonition of spring floating above freshly-cut tulips and roses, arranged next to the piles of fruits. The clouds still hanging above us gray, mooving lazily some meters, then coming back to place. Not a ray of sun touched us that morning.

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