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If you live far away from the country of your birth, you might understand how I feel when I look at this photograph.
You might see lush green rolling hills, a grey sky, and receive a shiver, taking in the dark clouds.
I see my youth, spent running through the tall, sweetly-scented grass.
I feel the misty fog, caressing my cheeks.
I experience the fleeting glimpses of sunlight, peeking through the dense clouds above.
This photograph is home to me.
Gorgeous picture and a beautiful sentiment to go along with it.