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The Clothes of the Lane (Acrylic and Pastel)
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There is a butterfly in my room that only I can see. I play hide-and-seek with the wind, sun, and tree. Our lane puts on yellow clothes in the autumn. It wears white in the winter. Spring comes and the lane puts on flowered clothes. In summer, the clothes of the lane are full of ants.
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