I love:
the crunch of dried leaves under my shoes.
the song of crickets in the fields.
the laziness of a hammock.
the feel of wind combing through my hair.
the surprise of a shooting star.
the smell of a drying rose.
the orange of sunset.
the quiet of dawn.
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