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The little boat putters around the cozy harbour.

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The tractor trickles around the farm, dragging its gentle plough through the soil.

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The pick up truck plunks down the dirt road on bouncy treads.

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The propeller plane coasts down the runway, ready for takeoff.

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The farmer’s daughter scuffles down her lonely hardwood hallway

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The boyfriend smokes to underground trance through bulky headphones and stares at the wheat.

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The air sits, then shifts, then sits again, lightly brushing things, then ducking away; always shifting but staying the same.