the cool calming breeze caresses my face
the subtle ascending hill embraces my stroll
the fenceless white gate strengthens my pace
the quiet arriving storm eases my soul
the rustling shaded leaves take the harmony
hair and clothing flowingly cling, comforting me
[Whenever people say, "go to your happy place", this is where I go. It isn't a real place, but then again, does it need to be?]
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