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The morning sun shone more brightly than usual, shooting shafts of light over the swimming pool. Matthew lifted his face to feel it, tightly closing his eyes to wade off the brightness, his trainer fitted shoes standing on a tree trunk. He could feel and hear the vibrating wind whistling through the trees as well as the rustling of leaves under father Josè feet. It was as calming as it was vibrant.
Looking as far as his eyes could reach, he found himself in the middle of woodland listening to birds chirping, mosquitoes buzzing, and other foreign sounds he couldn't identify. He saw an antelope hopping over a fallen branch and a rabbit leaping into the air and running for cover.
"It's beautiful out here," he told father Josè, his voice almost a whisper, shoving his hands in h
