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Unlike the big cities, villages awaken to the sounds of nature in the morning and follow the natural rhythm of life, as the sun rises, reaches its highest point at noon, and sinks again. The rustling of the wind through the branches, the singing of the birds, the chattering of the cicadas, the crackling of wood burning in the stove... As the day draws to a close, silence falls over the stones, soil and trees. Light seeps into the navy blue mantle of the night from the wooden shutters of houses that are like the dolls' houses we played with as children. Wooden houses have a way of reviving memories of the past - of childhood friends, games of tipcat, and the smell of popcorn being made over the stove. Perhaps this is why wooden houses always seem warm and friendly, innocent and clean, in a way that no other houses do.
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