| The rain came...even the rock drank deeply of its refreshment...lyric songs drifted through the splashing mist...soft drumbeats keeping time...labour day celebrations...twirling dances... | |
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| The rain came...even the rock drank deeply of its refreshment...lyric songs drifted through the splashing mist...soft drumbeats keeping time...labour day celebrations...twirling dances... | |
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