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... own at a certain moment.
As if the bubble named Hope had burst, Laurent raised his head.
The branches of the silver maple tree are windless and automatic, and the silver-white brilliance that is constantly falling is wrapped in pieces with clear veins and shining leaves.
Suddenly, the outline of the leaves changed, turning into dancing butterflies.
Butterfly wings fluttered, a faint halo bloomed from within, and Laurent seemed to be able to see the graceful figure of ...
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