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Outdoor Bliss

The ducks in the air flying in a V-shape. The clouds overhead looks dark like rain, The sunrise with its orange-red on the lake The cattails whistling in the wind. The snow-covered glisten in the sun The ducks quacking to the other ducks it is time to go south Father and sons are going camping together, it is going to snow It is duck hunting season The boys like to go swimming while the father is cooking. The sunset brings on the colors of the sunrise The clouds begin to form up as it is going to snow. The cattails are still, the wind is quiet. The crickets are chirping, the fire is dying The campers are getting ready to go to sleep. When we go hunting for food it may be ducks, deer or elk. We freeze the meat, so we can have it all year long We eat the meat in many ways. Hunting for food is joyful but sometimes we can get What we were hunting for.

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Date: 10/12/2020 8:01:00 PM
The true definition to "Outdoor Bliss" There is something about the sky, that has me is complete awe. I can look at the clouds all day. This is beautiful in every way. :) Brandy
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