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The fields of early summer were alive with a fresh life. The sun, washed by the spring rain, was particularly bright. It drooped down, and the colored edges of the sun flashed as it flapped on the wild flowers that bloomed in the air and on the grass that sprouted new shoots. The transparent wings of the dragonflies buzzed as they flew away into the distance.

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