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The mirror on the dresser reflected the soft contours of her figure, the light playing on her shoulders and neck, making everything around her seem even more unreal. Natalie smiled – quietly, almost childishly, the way you smile when you find something you've been dreaming about for a long time. It seemed to her as if the house had come to life with her: silence rang in the air, the smell of herbs and heated dust penetrated through the window, and somewhere far away a cuckoo cried, counting the hours.
The mirror on the dresser reflected the soft contours of her figure, the light playing on her shoulders and neck, making everything around her seem even more unreal. Natalie smiled – quietly, almost childishly, the way you smile when you find something you've been dreaming about for a long time. It seemed to her as if the house had come to life with her: silence rang in the air, the smell of herbs and heated dust penetrated through the window, and somewhere far away a cuckoo cried, counting the hours.
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