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Tall summer grass, swaying in the breeze whispering leaves rustling in the trees crystal blue skies overhead not a single cloud to be found an old soft blanket laying on the ground a babbling stream just over there laying back, without a care a quiet chorus of singing birds far off in the distance creating a dream like memory perfect for reminiscence soaking up the tranquility on this picnic, just you and me
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