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I want to live
where the wind howls at night
around the crackling fire.
Where the trees keep their color,
and the rivers flow,
cascading down to me.
I want to live
where the mountains surround,
towering above the rest.
The rain coming down,
pitter-pattering on the windows,
calming the soul.
I want to live
where the air is light, crisp,
and the sunlight is pure.
My heart aches for this place
where I have only been once before.
But I knew it was home
the moment I saw it.
I want to live.
