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Some crows and unknown birds were heard, water running, fountains. The sound of leather footwear rubbing against the stone floor continues. Adults laughing, children crying, the sound of scooters scraping against rocks from left to right. Sound builds a space. During the walk, the landscape is no longer seen by the eyes, but heard with…

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