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Flies softly buzzing, and birds faintly chirping, down by the creek comes the sounds of slurping. Flowers start to blossom, and trees start to bud, frequent light showers turning the ground to mud. Frogs begin croaking, while birds start to sing, as sounds of insects make the night sing. A doe and a buck will soon make a fawn, foraging at night, and hiding at dawn......
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