Countryside.

The breath of fresh air was so rousing that she never felt like leaving the place and going back to her world of concrete jungles. This happened every time she visited a new surrounding. She kept on leaving behind pieces of herself in those places and replacing them with the new ones. A habit she formed and grew fond of. A bird of passage; never settling in a place but always passing through. 

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