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The day is perfect
a breeze from the
winds of time
blowing.

Gently tossing
my hair,
an old dusty
road
ever calling me
home again.

As I approach
the meadow, 
there awaits my
family
so young and
vibrant.

An old oak tree
still holds
childhood
memories,
my swing held
by a strong rope.

Suddenly, in my
mind
I rush to be there,
it's so good to be
home again.

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