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Afternoon back at the pond
There I sit at the top of the biggest hill
looking down on everthing, looking so small.
Listen to the ducks on the pond, little ducklings
following their mother. Watching the deer romp
through the tall grass, little white tails twitching.
Feeling the warmth of the sun above, as I sit
atop the hill. Surrounded by daisy's and tullips.
A sweet smell that makes you warm inside, feeling
like your so secured.
Not a place better to just loose yourself, a place
to think. A place to forget everything.
All you have with you is the warm breeze, the sun,
and nature herself.
