Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: I sit in the middle of it all, the redwood trees looming and tall. I look above and the white crisp snow falls on my face, closing my eyes I think of the human race. How fragile all beings are, from here and lands far. The cold wind bites my back, I shiver in delight. Then I watch the day slowly fade into night. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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