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I see Aye beutiful free arae fore dog’s to run around and roll in the dirt and grass.

 

Birds chirping wind blowing my two dogs barking tree branches chrancheing

 

I taste the air and some church sand.

 

                     I smelt trees,air,and the beach and lots of saltey water

 

I feel wet branches and broken wet trees because they soft

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