I smell fresh meadow grass
I feel I could stay here all day
I think I'll have to come back again
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I hear the birds singing, the water tinkling
I taste my salty crisps and my coffee
I smell the green growing earth
I feel contentment
I think I am in utopia
by Dorothy
I hear singing in the bus, old songs because we are old
I smell the lovely soft air of the Yorkshire Dales
I feel this holiday has done me good
I think my week has flown with all different places I have been to and gazed with awe at these farms scattered all over the dales, as a city dweller I ask myself how can they live here?
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