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This morning I came from a long windy walk through swaying fields and meadows. From a walk at my favorite place. Fully in awe for seeing a pair of doe running elegantly from little pine tree field. I grew up there, between those yellow-hued hills and valleys, hearing my mother's voice calling the three of us to wave farewell to flock of wild geese from our autumnal porch. I had one beautiful childhood. And a beautiful place to live life, finding simplicity everywhere.

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