I dream.

I dream of a place. I dream of a place, and I struggle. Because part of me wants to help you see, what I see, in my mind's eye. How I can see, feel, taste the breeze of this place as if I am standing there right now. I close my eyes, and I can see soft hills undulating, hiding ponds where deer leave cloven hoof prints like tiny hearts dotting the edges along the water.

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