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The smell of the lake
The green of the grass
The white of the sand
The blue of the sky

I miss the water splashing in my face
I miss the grass tickling my toes
I miss the warm sand cradling my back
I miss the sun shining bright in my eyes
There's a man made lake in the middle of the mountains near where I live, it's beautiful.  I used to go there almost everyday but now I don't have a car and I honestly miss the fun I had there.

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