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#breese
Along a quiet road Where tall green grass sway, and the sun that shines above the hills Slowly ends the day. The clouds drift calm and slow and in that gentle evening breese The colourfull lights glow. And walking there with quiet thoughts away from rush and noise. You start to see the little things. life is simple with hidden joys.
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Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 5:59 PM UTC
A quiet road