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The joys of summer
I awaken to the warmth of the summer sun shining on my face. Full of joy I rise and run barefoot through the meadow. Cool dew bathes my feet; the sweet scents of grass and wildflowers follow me as I pass. I dance, I leap and lightly land. Ouch! Thistles. Next time I’ll wear shoes.
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