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The Old Mill

I can remember as a child playing down by the
old mill. You could smell the wheat grinding.

I sit here watching the wheel turning the grinding
stones, and the men at work sewing up the bags of
flour.

I journey down the road. As I get closer to the house, I
can smell the fresh hot bread on the stove and with it,
melted butter and honey.

The old mill brings back so many memories, smells,
and sounds from my childhood.

The Day Is Done

As I rise with the crack of dawn, I find it a
peaceful time to be alone. There are many things to
be done before the setting of the sun.

I find it to be a time to reflect on the day, and a
moment to spend sitting by the fireplace.

I see crackling flames reflect off the wall and my mind
become calm and at peace, for the day is done.

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