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White Room

In the vast white room. Inside, a hundred chairs around. Each one with a different color. Color symbolizing different life. In the white room, is just strange. Despite the fun it seems that there is something different. In cheerful colors, seemed wrapped in grief sorrow. Unexplained anyone else. White room with a hundred-chair. Although this contained sadness or joy. Or, whatever mysteries contained herein. The doors will remain open.

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