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I want to smell the fresh cutted grass. I want to feel the warmth of a coffee cup under my hands. I want to watch the sun rise on a sunflower field. I want to walk in the sand and feel every grain on my feet. Most of all I want to thank the universe for yesterday, today and tomorrow.

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