Places that I like from memory. I like to go home, grandparents, it may not look like tourist attractions, but it is the atmosphere that is being. Breeze blows through the rice fields. Beginning of the lush grass. The masses of birds flying through the overhead The sound of a cow Buffalo sounds in the sound mixed with the chicken stall vocals that make me feel like it.
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