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I loving hearing grandma’s stories she often talks of the ocean. A wonderful escape to the place draped in blue. Hearing the whisper of the waves
An open field was full of vibrant green so far, its the brightest green I’ve seen Mothers sunrise in the horizon making her gold contagious
The Earth, our home, was once so beautiful, Tall trees, deep seas with air so fresh and clean; Sun rise, clear skies this place was yet youthful,
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