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Indian summer, like the last departing tram, will give us its smile and disappear around the bend. The air above our heads is sweet and rotten, and we can still collect the last crumbs of warmth in it before the cold begins to penetrate to the bones, to numbness.
A vintage orange tram travels through a picturesque autumn scene, surrounded by vibrant trees and colorful fallen leaves, with soft sunlight illuminating the peaceful street.