Who am I?

You are the sound of a tunle with old grusty dust.

You are the smell of the sun shing on thin air .

You are the tast of sweet air snifing in your nose.

You are the memory of my old nanny fealings .

You are the feel of sweet shiver in the air .

You are the sight of trees fling in the air.

You are driping machine driping in thin air.

You are leaping into the open sea.

You are the fish and chips by the salty sea.

You are in the thunder and it is waving in then night.

You are the branch braftin about in the cold drafty wind.

You are the end of the rose.

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