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Jan. 26th, 2004 09:02 amThat all make it worth living in...
Mist curling in shadowy tendrils through the trees
Clear nights with the stars twinkling in the great black blanket of the night
The crunch of frosted grass underfoot
Salmon pink marshmallow clouds lit by the fading rays of the setting sun
The fresh smell of cut grass
A beam of golden sunlight lancing through grey stormclouds
The sound of rain on the window as you wake on a lazy sunday morning
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