I Miss - 4
Looking at the green mountains across the valley below
Smelling the fragrants of the forest after winter's first snow
Hearing the ringing of Church bells and the echos of hymn
Feeling the Birch bark, so paperly thin
Vine ripen tomatos that I myself grow
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