A three thousand mile fluffy mass covers the north, bringing frosty snow to some and bringing a dry pure wind to this hot peninsula. The gusts drive the loiterers inside. No one is looking for trouble today. A mysterious building and fading piano tune is carried to my ears, riding on the wind from the pool area. I think it may be a mumbling speaker, but no, this music is brought by live fingertips.

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