I want to go to a place far way where dreams exist and the wind free of pollution.
Wake up in the morning to feel the sun bathing my cheeks with the creamy soft ray.
Fields full of strawberries, tomatoes,blueberries plucked freshly by hand.
Backyards where beautiful birds chirp and peck on the seeds
grass so fine, you'll mistake for a bed.
Buildings so ancient, you feel the absence of time.
People of great magnanimity, too hard to believe.
Dinner so sumptuous you forget about starvation.
All these exist in a place I hope to visit in November. Till then, these are
the memories I can only keep.
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