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... of the trees at the other side of the bridge like sea waves.
Branches curled, pouring out squirrels of different sizes that dashed into other holes at the stalks of other trees.
Leaves fell with the rhythm of the wind and crashed to the ground like snow, paving the way for the women moving slowly through the woods.
The ground shook as two children stopped a few meters away from their mothers and turned.
"Mom, a car is coming," the boy with a scar on his chin said ...
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