In a city where the sky is always white and no one is happy, an old man's tree grows something small, red, and impossible.
Hay una ciudad grande. La ciudad está triste. El cielo está blanco.
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In a city where the sky is always white and no one is happy, an old man's tree grows something small, red, and impossible.
Hay una ciudad grande. La ciudad está triste. El cielo está blanco.
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