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When i took my first few steps outside, into the cool heavy air,it felt like i was breathing for the first time last night. It was mild against my face. The pale blue sky with a hint of orange in it soared above the plains,yet lost its artistic touch. It was dull, yet beautifully combined in my eyes. The smell of smoke from fire arose as the golden-lit street lights came on,one by one and the birds sang violently through the trees. The sound of a recorder or flute sang into the air.The clouds looked like a distant sliver mist of white, hanging in silence. The barking dogs subsided to howling,as the laughing children get ready for sleep. The dark green grass around me turned into confort against the shady trees connecting each yard as one. The crickets were singing in a choir, trying to drown the sound of near by passing cars.My dog took my side strutting royaly to the chair where i was sitting. It reminded me of home.The cool nights,chasing down wild squirlles and wild turkeys skitting across the lawns. The smell of fireworks for everyone was so happy to be alive. For me what i loved most was catching fireflys throughout the night sky that made the trees glow merrily. Last night reminded me of.............
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