Outside
Leaves crunching on the ground,
leaving the satisfying crisping sound.
Birds chirping in the air,
and flying almost everywhere.
Animals running, jumping, leaping hopping,
never ever ever stopping.
The air is fresh, the sky is clear,
these things drive me to be out here.
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