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Tears fall, rain on a dry day during an Indian Summer. Sun soaked and moon drenched. Eye see. Sighs slip, a warm breeze bends the willow and her wildflower friends. I speak. Hands touch, water split by unwavering rocks a fork forms. I feel. Feet move, warm sand marred by tidepools. I walk. This body is a strange thing.
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May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
This Body
Tears fall, rain on a dry day during an Indian Summer. Sun soaked and moon drenched. Eye see. Sighs slip, a warm breeze bends the willow and her wildflower friends. I speak. Hands touch, water split by unwavering rocks a fork forms. I feel. Feet move, warm sand marred by tidepools. I walk. This body is a strange thing.
#depression#illness#disorder#nature#beauty#mental#humanity#bipolar#abstract
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May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
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