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She always loved Green, Loved The color of nature.
The color of life.
And he growed to love Green too, watching her brush her fingers on the grass while a soft smile was sitting on her lips. Watching her lay on the ground and staring at the trees or plug sour strawberries from their stems.
But now his tears gleam in the sunlight as he stares at the green trees, green grass and green strawberru bushes. They both lay there silently, except she is ten feet below.

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