Title: Opcional

Text: It was a sodden spring day amidst the showers of April, and the world was thickly grey, rain-drenched, and hardly beautiful. But I was in love, so everywhere I looked was coated in a sheen of dust, made of something as ethereal as the glow of a firefly under a moth-eaten moon. The rain made everything look as shimmery and radiant as the melody I played with you that night, under this catastrophe of stars. Cada párrafo será una prueba.

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