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There is no screaming. There are no car horns wailing or tires screeching. The many understanding voices of nature resound softly in my ears, and that is all. There is no hatred. There are no greedy demands or acts of malice. The calm caress of a breeze excites my moist skin beneath the unyielding sun, and that is all. There are no people. I have no mother to love and no one to please. The promise of solitude weighs down on my mind evoking sighs of relief, and that is all. I do not have to try. There is no judgment, and there will be no disappointment, The unbiased acceptance of the trees and the birds silences my restless thoughts, and I am at peace.
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC
Isolation
There is no screaming. There are no car horns wailing or tires screeching. The many understanding voices of nature resound softly in my ears, and that is all. There is no hatred. There are no greedy demands or acts of malice. The calm caress of a breeze excites my moist skin beneath the unyielding sun, and that is all. There are no people. I have no mother to love and no one to please. The promise of solitude weighs down on my mind evoking sighs of relief, and that is all. I do not have to try. There is no judgment, and there will be no disappointment, The unbiased acceptance of the trees and the birds silences my restless thoughts, and I am at peace.
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carboncopied
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC
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