[ He repeats that term with a mild sort of nostalgia, setting the blade carefully back down on the table as he thinks about how best to answer this question. His memories are a mixture of warm and painful, but his homeland— aside from his heartaches, all he harbors for it is fondness. ]
It was... [ an exhale, almost like a laugh. ] It rained, often. But on warm summer days, the grass would be inviting beyond comparison. I can't say that you would have found it exciting, but it was beautiful, nevertheless.
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[ He repeats that term with a mild sort of nostalgia, setting the blade carefully back down on the table as he thinks about how best to answer this question. His memories are a mixture of warm and painful, but his homeland— aside from his heartaches, all he harbors for it is fondness. ]
It was... [ an exhale, almost like a laugh. ] It rained, often. But on warm summer days, the grass would be inviting beyond comparison. I can't say that you would have found it exciting, but it was beautiful, nevertheless.