The wind whistles through the trees. The cold bites my ears and nose, turning my cheeks a rosy red. I take a deep breath of clean cold air, it wakes me up better than coffee! The horse and our cows are in their stalls, eagerly awaiting their morning hay. I say good morning to all the barn. On my way out, the rooster crows from inside his warm coop. Surrounded by his fluffy ladies, his crow bringing on the dawn and the rising sun. My footsteps are hurried along by the cold and the promise of a hot cup of coffee awaiting me. 

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