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Time goes on, but habits remain the same - a cigarette in the window, an old shirt, the wind blowing through the room, and thoughts going around in circles like a record with scratches that can't be erased. The world has become digital, but memories are not stored in the "cloud," but somewhere between the heart and the temples. Where old friends still call, where Yura lives, where you believe you did everything right - even if not by the rules. There's a strange warmth in it: the bitterness of growing up, the scent of lost years, and a quiet gratitude that at least something remains - memory, music, and the wind that wanders as if it knows all the answers but is in no hurry to speak them.