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how alike are oak leaves trembling in a soft wind and sea foam gliding up a million grains of sand-glass as if all of nature is sighing into my neck, saying “hush”
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Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 5:41 PM UTC
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how alike are oak leaves trembling in a soft wind and sea foam gliding up a million grains of sand-glass as if all of nature is sighing into my neck, saying “hush”
I have so much work to do but God if five minutes outside in the sun under a good tree doesn't help me feel like myself again, and refreshed
molly-jenkins
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Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 5:41 PM UTC
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