I feel… The wind whipping past me, the cool breeze that softly brushes my skin.
I smell… The salty ocean air, that rushes around my body.
I hear… The quiet bird song sung by the seagulls that peck at your picnic feast.
I taste… The cool juicy watermelon I packed.
I touch… The dry grainy sand that can be molded into anything.
Where am I?
(The beach)
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I feel… The soft grass beneath my feet and hands when I fall.
I smell… The calming scent of tiny flowers to tall trees
I hear… The perfect silence…
I taste… fragranced air in my mouth.
I touch… Everything, my hands run along the perfectly shaped curved in a trees bark.
Where am I?
(A field)
