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Golden hour rushed as winds trailed the crossed sun rays while beaming streams sharped the reddish eyes of the yellow aswang. A lady who's carrying a retro-styled sling bag grabs a pen and a journal looking sketchpad with chunks of old rose scented paper, sketches the surroundings around her, steadily as she goes as time conveys surprising happenings.
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