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"Do you already begin to love this town?"
The boy who became acquainted in Ragusa asked me.
Since the old street of Ragusa is complex, whenever it turns at a narrow alley, I can see a new scene.
If night comes, an orange light will be lighted in the front of houses. And this small town emerges in darkness.
It was the world of the picture-book seen completely when I was small.
"For you, although it is a life here, it is a dream here for me."
I said.
"It is not only you. It is a dream here also for me."
When I looked at his eyes, they were the color of emerald which reflected the fresh green valley surrounding this town.
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