When the Artist meets the Poet
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Dion's POV
Unlike the air in the city, the freshness of the air here outside is crisp and not sticky to the skin. If I had to choose between the province and the city, I'd always go with the province. The countryside is far more peaceful than the city. Although the establishments and buildings are not as developed, the scenery is beautiful and natural.
Here I am on the terrace, still composing the poems for that special someone I really awe. I'm not sure why, but whenever I think of her, so many words come to mind that I eventually form lines in every stanza of the poem I'm working on.
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