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Morning mist tiptoes through the blush of dawn,
depositing dewdrops on fields and lawn.
Tall grass riffles from a whispering breeze,
that also ruffles tree branches and leaves.
Memories of lilacs and lavender
drift across dusty roads I remember.
Past fields and farmlands these roads curve and comb,
taking my heart down the paths that lead home.
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