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A prison that defines everything

except a concept of beauty.

A fortune really,

a freedom to find your own.

A promise of peace

to be found in the modest breeze,

and this is what I found of peace in what I see of beauty...

A living proof of the possibility of a revival.

For every unnatural, brutal and foreign decision in their history, they now have something beautiful instead.

Tramways filled with green grass, unique glass buildings reflecting shiny sunlight, and preservation of their own history...

It is a perfect collaboration with nature, a recipe for restoration, a gift to us all who need it...