My grandparents house

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I love the smell of clay in my grandparents house. The soft music makes the room like a dream. On top of that is a sweet lavender smell. The beautiful sight from the window shows a colorful garden with flowers and groves of luscious fruit trees. I just love the slight breeze in the trees. They are most beautiful in the fall because the colors are bright. They look like they are doing the hula swing to the beat of my heart. I dance with the trees when I visit. My grandparents are talented God sculptors in Nepal. I dream of being like them one day.