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  1. An enigmatic story of a solitary mind (2018 - ongoing)

    The winding roads cut through those bushes. It’s a usual scene.

    Clouds talk with fences. Water lines often whisper to each other for more.

    Rebels try to listen the subtle murmuring of the winds.

    Have you seen the sun yet? Probably not.

    Up above there Mr. Andrew is sleeping. You have to wait for some time. Meanwhile you can enjoy the rain.