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 Aug 17
Blueberry Ice
Somehow
      this…
  felt
comforting.
to walk barefoot on the ground..
to lie down under the trees..
       watching their leaves..
                    slowly
     rustle through the breeze on a lazy afternoon.
Cleansing the loud noises in my head..
replacing it with peace..
            and allowing my soul to breathe..

.. without guilt..
..without shame..
.. without pain..

It was somewhat
       meditative..
and oddly calming ..
how such a simple thing.. can bring me back..

to me.

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