The bumpy old yellow rocky road, surrounded by miles of lush green vegetation, covered in fog that left the night. You look left then right and all you notice is mountains towering high above what the eye can see. The smell of ripe oranges engulfs your nose and within seconds you can practically taste the sourness in your taste buds. And as the day passes your body shivers as night approaches. With dogs howling into the darkness you get a sense of loneliness out in this vast farmland your in, and all you do is cuddle into your warm feathery sheets and drift into the night waking up the next day to experience it all again.
A scenario like this one is one that I brainstorm about for my next essay because it represents where I come form. These are images are important to me; they show who I am and my heritage. Though it will be hard to describe, and allow the reader to feel as if he were there I am able to give more and put in a piece of me because I have been there and know how it feels to be in this environment.
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