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  It's already April. The second month of spring. And I'm already getting ready for the new garden. That is, I'm planting. I already have a lot growing. Growing a garden isn't that simple. You just throw it in the ground and let it grow. The truth is, something will grow anyway. But not much. But I'm doing it smart. It's also a complex process. Multi-layered.

  Alice continues walking along this autumn path. Now she's absolutely certain that this is an autumn field. But you can't say it will be like this in the future. And beyond that, there could be a summer forest. Alice is absolutely certain of that. Here's the path. And she's going forward. Or backward. It depends on how you look at it. That's what Alice thinks. She's a very smart girl, after all.

  A slow bass rhythm opens the song. And drums. And a bit of melody. These individual strings. And then the rock begins. This band has a very interesting musical form. This rock band differs from other musicians, including both famous and unknown. Both top and underground.

  I've long dreamed of combining two things. Writing texts. And programming. A story. And software. A program that displays your story. In a specific format. A picture. Like a cover. Or an illustration. One thing. And the text. And all this in a special program that understands its own format. That's what a digital reader is. It's a program.

  New development. With an idea. Like moss. Moss grows so green and fluffy. And moss is an environment. This will be a program about BASIC. Extremely small. The program has two main functions. And maybe, suddenly, it will even be useful. In theory. If the idea is developed further.

  My penultimate day of the 2025 dacha season. The 13th. Saturday. A bright and sunny day. Summer. Dacha. And September. September. And summer. Sunny time. I couldn't dream of more. Sunny September. So warm. My garden. At the dacha.