The Camp

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I am standing on the edge of a cliff,
Looking at the beautiful view.
The wind is going through my hair,
A deer is running through the meadows.
I see a four-wheeler coming closer.
I hear a stream’s water hit the rocks.
It’s such a beautiful sight.
It’s sunset now and mother is calling me home.





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