April 14, 2009
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Watch the raindrops as they fall from the skies,
Listen to the whispers of the fireflies,
Upon a star filled late summer's night.

Taste the juice of a sun-ripened apple,
Hear the song of a stream's quiet babble,
Rejoice in the days that are so peaceful.

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