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Sights: fireflies dotting the yard in the just-fallen-dusk, train off in the distance--appearing toy-sized from here, light spilling from the windows of my home (I'm sitting outside as I type)...
Sounds: birds settling in for the night, dogs barking at the girlie as she settles them in for the night, that man o' mine's voice as he talks to his mother on the phone whilst walking about the yard, train whistle in the distance...
Tastes: cold, sweet iced tea
Smells: fresh mown, sun-dried hay, roses on the rosebush against the house, fresh, cool evening air...
I've said it many times before and I can only hope I'll want to say in many more times--over and over again...what a wonderful world :)
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