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It was dusk and the sun was setting. There was a bridge in the middle. On the left side of the bridge were several crows sitting on the old trees entangled with dead vines, making a shrill cry. The water flowed under the bridge and there was a farmer's house on the right side of the bridge, with smoke curling up from the kitchen. There was a poor traveler on the bridge, leading a thin old horse.