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shabby shack on the hill
peeling paint and uneven steps
huffing and puffing
dragging out chairs and umbrellas
soft sand and weeds wiggling like snakes through my toes
bird chatter and frog chorus like a natural serenade
cool clear spring water to swim in and rejuvenate
peace like I have never known
just the thought of visiting elevates my mood
and brings a smile to my face