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			<title>Bliss</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I walked towards the big, old tree. The tree might have been a hundred years old as it looked very old. The park wasn&amp;rsquo;t very crowded. A very small number of people was scattered in the park. No one was near the tree i was heading to, and no one seemed to come that way either. I sat d..</description>
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