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the wind is slowly tossing the leaves up into the air a beautiful movement of color and shape the simple melody of rustling back and forth the sound of feet skipping and running through fields, across paths, through the woods a movement of so much more more than words and actions than every life and being... more than people; more than me
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Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 12:02 PM UTC
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the wind is slowly tossing the leaves up into the air a beautiful movement of color and shape the simple melody of rustling back and forth the sound of feet skipping and running through fields, across paths, through the woods a movement of so much more more than words and actions than every life and being... more than people; more than me
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Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 12:02 PM UTC
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