Meanwhile, I remember my last trip with my flying carpet on sacred paths (Urwege), carried by sound waves. It was around Easter, everything went very fast. There were the melancholy noises of winter, the meditative Easter sounds, and finally the joyous laughter of nature prevailed in the warming sun.
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