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Wind on the fields blowin’ your hair
We were cold, we were cold, we were cold
We were cold, hand to hold, hand to hold
Come to the hill, got a nest to build
String and grass, string and grass, string and grass
String and grass, be the past, be the past
Serious catch up day.
You can’t really see the mountain clearly, but all of the trees are dead white. There was a wildfire like 10 years ago. It’s eerily beautiful.