School holidays on the Venezuelan plains
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I woke up at the crack of dawn, just as the sun was beginning to peek timidly over the horizon.
I looked out of the window and admired the beautiful landscape before me.
In the distance I spotted several herons flying elegantly over the marshes, while the chirping of little birds flooded the morning.
I went downstairs and headed towards the fire pit, where my grandmother was preparing breakfast as she did every morning.
I couldn't help but stare at her in admiration and rapt attention.
Then I went over to some guava trees and picked a ripe one.
Suddenly, a storm came up and I could see a plainsman in the distance, riding hurriedly in the rain.
I felt deeply grateful to have been born in this land that the good Lord gave us and to be able to spend the school holidays with my grandmother.
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