Replying...
Intro. In the predawn silence, when the sun is still concerned with the horizon, and the world lurked breathing, it goes barefoot along the trampled path of the garden - among the colors, among the smells of delicate lilac. In her gaze - the sky, in her movements - silence, in her heart - light sadness, like a breath of spring wind. Hannah - like morning dew, as fragile and invisible, but capable of reflecting the whole world.

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