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descrpton of a bautiful fall scene |
| i got up one morning to witness a beautiful scene i put on my boots and tied the strings i exited the tent and smelled an oak scent i looked from the top of the hills to the valleys with an amazed stare at the beautiful colors and breathed in the wild air so rich and rugged i cant get enough with the sun finally up and a cup of coffee down i go back into the tent and lay back on the ground |