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August 4, 2023
8.4
In the morning, I woke up to the beautiful chirping of birds. I was in a viewing room in a mountain village near Kandy, Sri Lanka. The room was clean, tidy, and tastefully decorated. The owner of this house was hospitable and kind. She was hardworking, capable, and tasteful. Looking at her family photo, she had three children. Her eldest son had graduated from college in Australia. The second child was a 21-year-old daughter who worked as a clerk in Kandy. The third was a son who was in school.
At 5:45 in the morning, I heard the sound of rain in the mountains through the window. Soon the rain stopped, and then there were crisp bird calls, woodpecker sounds, ticking sounds from something, occasional dog barking, and other indescribable sounds. I couldn't wait to get dressed and ran to the balcony. On the balcony, I looked at the white city of Kandy
and looked back at the mountains and green trees close to nature, feeling the fresh air, and the stars in the distance, the lights shining through the leaves.
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