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Swiftly slithering

In the land of Neverbelieve, I heard a timid tree rustling in the autumn breeze as a bird soared as high as the tip of the tallest skyscraper.

In the land of Neverbelieve, I witnessed the almost silent rain tiptoe across the night streets as they darkened.

In the land of Neverbelieve I touched the icy river as it swiftly slithered through the snowy landscape.

In the land of Neverbelieve I smelled the rusty, old car’s exhaust fumes as they floated across the streets as they yawned.

In the land of Neverbelieve I watched a horse gallop as fast as a cheetah.

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