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The windows

I like to roll down the windows

And feel the breeze on my face

Catching the sound of trucks rushing to make their delivery time

The sound of cicadas chirp in the twilight

The smell of fresh air that always reminds of of summer nights in the cabin

And feeling at peace


I like to roll the windows down.


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