whenever I step out into this picture the smell that runs into my nose is dist, wood, and animals. I open my mouth for a breath and dirt touches my tongue from the wind. Distracting me from the awful taste is the sound of turkeys flocking in the field, birds in the air, and the whistling of the wind. Bracing myself, I feel the cold wind hit my face. Takiing all my senses in, I stop to observe the turkeys, trees, rocks, grass, dirt and the fence that seperates me and these things.
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