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Soaring on a plank of wood, nothing but open space surrounding. Up. Down. Back. Forth. To Fro. Green, slanting mountains, crisp lake water, towering pines. The sun was so bright.
Running through the grass in the backyard, climbing and ducking through monstrous bushes. Here. There. Dangling feet over a brick wall, falling and tumbling. It seemed so huge.
Swimming through the salty water, gasping and heaving for breath, only to submerge once again. Quiet. Wet. Dark. Green. Toes squishing through the sandy bottom, rain plopping gently on top, ripples spreading everywhere. Everything was so serene





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