A golden field with wisps of long grasses, to and fro
the air flowing gently along in slow motion, moving.
Dandelions and the soft fluff of white drifting upward in circles,
as a dragonfly hums by.
A small cottage in the distance,
and further beyond a mountain reaching upward,
touching the gray sky........
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