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I took a lazy stroll up the cobbled path leading to a small farm in the village. Sky bluer than the ocean, yet very few clouds had drifted by. Birds -which never sleep- talk among the crowded trees, the floor scattered with autumn leaves. They sing a song of many chitters and tweets. I was lost within the lightness of the breeze and the minty aroma seem to have took to me. It was the most delightful freshest smell I have ever smelt before. For this farm had many things I adored.
I am 60% positive that the answer is A. gust of wind but not 100% so hope you get this right :)
