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Red, Tan, Yellow.
Sand of my youth.
Bright orange, ocean sunsets.
The smell of hot summer rain on the asphalt.

Thin tall grass.
My dry veld playgound.
Crystaline skies, almost blinding.
The feel of winter chill and African sun.

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