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The sunset, reflected in his eyes, presented a splendid array of colors, yet it all blurred into a muddle. It was like ink spilled on rice paper, spreading uncontrollably into a chaotic riot of color.
It possessed a peculiar kind of beauty.
Swallows flew by in the sky, but he couldn't see them—not even a tiny black dot. He could only hear their chirping.
Perhaps they were singing.
There were also the sounds of bats—the distinctive FLAP-FLAP of their wings. < ...
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