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I remember that it was my idea of a
perfect summer day. The sun was shining, birds were singing, and there was a
cool breeze. (Note, it was not hot and sticky with the kind of humidity
found often in swamps. That would be describing a typical August or
September day in the Atlanta area.) In addition, there was this interesting
landscape before me of lush gold and green meadows with blue and purple
mountains in the distance.
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