The Place

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The smells of red roses, yellow tulips, and purple Jasmine
Perfumes are so near and dear
No worries at all
Seeing people everywhere, happy.
Like a feather, floating in the wind gracefully, moving every which way
So free yet so safe, like nothing can go wrong.
Every door you open unlocks, plows a path of promise and opportunities.
A place that is always there
With happy freshness in the air.





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