My life would be completely empty without you.

Life would become bland without you.

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A leaf is falling.

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It is an arid region, almost a desert.

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It's all dark outside.

It's totally dark outside.

It's pitch black outside.

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There was a lot of excitement in the stands as the fans cheered for their teams.

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The future looked very gloomy.

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The heads of the flowers in the garden were drooping.

The flowers in the garden hung their heads.

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I saw a white cloud sailing across the sky.

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I was a forest.

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There isn't a cloud in the sky.

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It's fertile land inhabited by diverse nations.

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His room's a mess.

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Fluffy white clouds drift across the sky one by one.

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I eat a slice of bread.

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My mind was blank.

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Suddenly everything went black and I lost consciousness.

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Without music, the world is a valley of tears.

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Viewed from a distance, the island looked like a cloud.

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On the border, there is a stretch of agricultural land.

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It's Lulu Island, 3 August 2025. After supper—green figs tender with sunlight, sweet vinegar from yesterday’s pickled jar, and reheated Alfredo—I sat on the balcony and watched the conifer. Stillness below, a street without cars, without haste. My lime water, iced, caught the light. Michael, the Franco-Danish ufologist, has been in my conversations lately. We speak of inner things: the trance of smart devices, the mind’s eye dwindling. He says cafés aren’t cafés anymore. People forget how to look, how to linger. I tell him of Arthur in Japan—how he'd stare into blank walls like a monk gazing at emptiness. Lately I ask machines to speak like poets, and they do. They mimic Elizabethan verses and the old wistful lilt of Tagalog ballads. I pick blackberries along the path to Tim Hortons. "¡Moras!" I shout like a child. My friend Mora, whose blood flows with Andes mist, would smile. Today, I bought lemons. I meant limes, but lemons are all right. / blackberry morning— / a fig's ghost on my fingers / and the street still sleeps

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Looking down, we saw a concrete jungle.

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The sea looked quite green, and large icebergs were floating about.

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Tom ate a slice of pizza.

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A fallen leaf floated on the surface of the water.

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The city fell into ruins.

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My eyes are an ocean in which my dreams are reflected.

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A dead leaf fell to the ground.

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There was complete silence.

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I am eating a slice of watermelon.

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The frustrated artist stomped on his failed painting, leaving a trail of shattered colors.

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