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The trees sway gently in the breeze. My eyes are swelling with tears. I see the towering mountains and silently swear to myself that I will someday return to this beautiful state. Climbing into the backseat of the car, I strap on my seatbelt as I whisper "Goodbye."

Grabbing vines

Raindrops falling

Everwhere exciting

Escaping to paradise

No turning back

We both like the aroma of bacon.

The smell is waving as a hello.

This smell makes my tongue dry like a desert.

When I smell this, I speedily think about the weekends.

I would hike around the world for this right now.

I couldn't survive without bacon.

From inside I hear
The rain streaming down the drainpipe
Cold wet
Thumping down on the roof
A crack of thunder booms overhead
I walk out the door
I feel the rain on my skin
I don’t want this to ever end

Soft, damp leaves
Deer bellowing in the forest
Point the gun