I was heading towards that old suburb where I had spent my childhood. It still remained the same old version of greenery and bore that natural demeanour of sublime beauty as it had been in the past.
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I was heading towards that old suburb where I had spent my childhood. It still remained the same old version of greenery and bore that natural demeanour of sublime beauty as it had been in the past.