This is it
This is reality
The color of the leaves in the sun
The feeling of harsh asphalt on bare feet
The light breeze that makes your hair dance
The lack of manmade noise
The repetition of footsteps
Propelling you forward
Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 10:06 AM UTC
This is it
This is reality
The color of the leaves in the sun
The feeling of harsh asphalt on bare feet
The light breeze that makes your hair dance
The lack of manmade noise
The repetition of footsteps
Propelling you forward
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