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The grass under my feet

we are driving to the farm it'll take about 6 hours and that's if there isn't much traffic but it's worth it cuz i'll finally be able to feel the country breeze the feeling of escaping the city smoke can't be explained the car is going really slow my head is spinning while my brother is secretly grinning at me embarrassing me in front of grandma night was lurking around the edges of the grasslands and i was all ready to rest but there was this weird feeling inside of me making me feel insecure that if i slept something might happen but that didn't stop me cuz i was already dreaming about the grass under my feet the sky above me and the stream flowing beside me finally we have reached and i can actually feel the grass beneath my feet even though it's a little more prickly and even though the sky is in 3 shades of grey and even though the stream besides me is filled with trash it's better than the noise of the horns in the city the traffic,the pollution,the grumpy people and the hard cold ground on which nothing grows the grass under my feet is better than standing on floors made of concrete
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