Where I am from is filled with rolling
Hills
Everywhere there is a place of joy
Running down the hill to the old orchard
Even when I know I will have to trudge back up
I love the car ride into town that’s
Always bustling with activity
My mom loves to shop there
Farms dot the hills in the distance
Running horses in pastures
Old barns that need a bit of paint
My favorite place
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