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I am from the Christmas mornings with family and friends.
The brisk, sun-filled morning of fall on Thanksgiving day.
The spring day of Easter filled with blue skies and sunshine.
I am the summer day on the airfield, listening and seeing massive metal birds swarm.
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the small yard with green grass and tall trees.
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