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Later, this cottage became her personal place of strength – here she could escape the hustle and bustle of the city, the endless phone calls and responsibilities, and just be herself. Today, she especially wanted silence. The grass near the house was still wet with dew, and somewhere in the garden, bees were already beginning to buzz, and in the distance, the smell of heated pine needles wafted through the air.
Later, this cottage became her personal place of strength – here she could escape the hustle and bustle of the city, the endless phone calls and responsibilities, and just be herself. Today, she especially wanted silence. The grass near the house was still wet with dew, and somewhere in the garden, bees were already beginning to buzz, and in the distance, the smell of heated pine needles wafted through the air.
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