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I like how the clouds are reaching
Reaching and spreading and fading and breaking
I turn around and they’re spattered behind me.
It’s the day’s grand review
and a whisper of tomorrow
The back of my head touches my base of my neck. I like the weight pushed back and eyes locked above and away from everything else.
bookends of my day. these stay my home.
Is it luck or a curse? That we can see the most beauty only from movement a walk a run a bike ride a car with the windows down. Maybe, if...
yearning for winter wishing for a life by the mountain and lots of laughing feels like Heaven, doesn’t it? so maybe I’ll find it and stay...
she has green valleys deep and wide old rocks by her side, tumbling down, her mountain passes; steep and unforgiving but when you see the...
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