The street outside the church is empty, with not a soul in sight. The sky is gray and seems to threaten snow. The pavement is rutted and worn, littered with loose cobblestones and other signs of disuses and disrepair. The only sound is the cold wind blowing, and the awful metallic squeak as it blows the iron gate open and shut.
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I live in a large city, but I am leaving it behind.  There is too much noise in this city and I can't take it any more.  I seek to live in the peaceful and more quiet countryside.
Hello there. Are you leaving town too? No, I'm out walking for some fresh air. This place is too loud for me. all i can hear is that gate. where are you headed? To the countryside. nice, do you have family out there? No, I am alone. I need to go somewhere peaceful. I am sorry you are alone. It looks like it might snow. Oh, I hope not. I need to hurry and find a new home. I don't want to freeze. I don't understand. Are you traveling? Yes, I am leaving this city behind tonight. I see. There is an inn about 100 miles down the road. I am not sure how far you are going today. 