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The flowers this year were late and bloomed in September. They call September Gypsy's summer, so I figured now these flowers must belong to the Gypsies. Once I think I saw the face of one of their girls there, amid the blossoms, singing to them a familiar tune, reminiscent of sand, hot asphalt, the sound of horseshoes.

Description
The flowers this year were late and bloomed in September. They call September Gypsy's summer, so I figured now these flowers must belong to the Gypsies. Once I think I saw the face of one of their girls there, amid the blossoms, singing to them a familiar tune, reminiscent of sand, hot asphalt, the sound of horseshoes.