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The church bells toll across the meadows,

SIgnifying the time;

A succession of musical chimes that people barely notice,

As they have become accustomed to the ringing.

The village is planted near a river,

In a valley where locals have dwelt for centuries,

Eating, living, worshipping and dying, 

Their descendants carrying on the name, year after year.

A village static but alive, surrounded by hills and ascending paths.

The church bells ring.