The Happy Place
There were new smells, fresh smells, a breeze on my nose and so much to explore. The ground was dusty, pale, with small patches of long dry grass, rising and falling as far as I could see. This was a happy place.
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Short stories about whisky
There were new smells, fresh smells, a breeze on my nose and so much to explore. The ground was dusty, pale, with small patches of long dry grass, rising and falling as far as I could see. This was a happy place.