I think about America's beautiful oceans, where the deep blue waters rush to kiss the land of the free.
I think about the open lands of sand and trees, hills and valleys that stretch out to the blue skies, feeling winter's icy breeze, or summer's sudden hot flash, or fall's fresh breath.
I think about fields of all different vivid colors of beautiful wildflowers that stretch out as far as I can see.
I think about the birds' that hear God's voice and head south to escape winter's icy sneeze.
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