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The fresh aroma of the forest with different colors and shapes of the trees and branches
The damp softness of the ground that the dog was thumping on while shooting by with happiness
The brightness of the flowers, resting on their stem in between brush and plants
The leaves that rustle when a whirl of wind shoots by and some even fall depending on how sturdy they are
The depressing T.V. in the brook face down just sitting there with no life
The sound of scratching in the tree was that squirrel hustling up with its mouth full of food
The randomness of different trees and plants, flowers and animals, its like a city all on its own




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