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It was the first days of autumn and it was raining that fine rain until you don't use an umbrella but get wet little by little. I looked reflected on the glass of a window at a group of tourists who did not know which way to go, all giving their personal opinion. Each one had a light raincoat of a different color, it seemed they had agreed to counter the gray men of the rain and brighten the sky of the city.
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Erano i primi giorni dell'autuno e pioveva quella pioggia fina fina che non usi l'ombrello ma ti bagni a poco a poco. Guardavo riflesso sul vetro di una finestra un gruppo di turisti che non sapevano da che parte andare, tutti dando la loro personale opinione. Ognuno aveva un impermeabile leggero di un diverso colore, sembrava si fossero messi d'accordo per contrastare gli uomini grigi della pioggia e ravvivare il cielo della città.
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Wow! "To counter the gray men of the rain" sounds poetic! I have read your interesting post with pleasure. The photo is also amazing. Thank you @road2horizon for participating in the contest 🤗!
Great reflection of the street life on the wall. Thank you for your participation in the Reflection hunters contest! 😎 👏