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Gold flows upon dew-kissed grass at the break of dawn.
Bright, sharp laughter echoes from distant swings.
A gentle breeze touches my skin in a whisper-like manner.
My mouth is filled with the tangy taste of berries.
Fresh, deep soil soaked in earthy rain rises.
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