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			The smell of wet grass as dew burns off in the morning sun. 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			Doves putting on the after burners and doing manuevers that would make a fighter pilot proud and an old wing shooter laugh at his misses. The sound of the insects starting their symphony at sunset declaring that the night has started. 
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