"Sometimes, I feel as plain and insignificant as a gear in a giant machine," said Lydia.
“有时候，我觉得自己像一台巨型机器上的一个齿轮一样普通而平凡。”利迪娅说。
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He felt the small gear-wheels under his fingers and turned them slowly, thoughtfully as he gazed across the billowing plain, contemplating the implications and the seemingly endless possibilities.