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The sun is shining brightly, The light from the sun is happy. The warmth from the sun is love, The land oh how it changes. Oh how it looks when it changes, how breathe taking it can be. Trees of Idaho how majestic, the mountains are covered. To look up at the tall trees from a car is cool. Montana a place of beautiful things, a state of majestic wounder. A state still untamed, a wilderness still wild still surprising.
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Jan 15, 2011
Jan 15, 2011 at 2:55 PM UTC
sun shining
The sun is shining brightly, The light from the sun is happy. The warmth from the sun is love, The land oh how it changes. Oh how it looks when it changes, how breathe taking it can be. Trees of Idaho how majestic, the mountains are covered. To look up at the tall trees from a car is cool. Montana a place of beautiful things, a state of majestic wounder. A state still untamed, a wilderness still wild still surprising.
my trip to west Yellowstone
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Jan 15, 2011
Jan 15, 2011 at 2:55 PM UTC
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