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The Smell of Pine The Warmth of a Breeze The Feeling of Grass tickling my fingers The Sound of Nothing Brings me contentment For a moment a brief fleeting second There is no frown no reason to smile no reason to worry no reason to relax Because I am here and it is now
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Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 7:35 AM UTC
For a Second
The Smell of Pine The Warmth of a Breeze The Feeling of Grass tickling my fingers The Sound of Nothing Brings me contentment For a moment a brief fleeting second There is no frown no reason to smile no reason to worry no reason to relax Because I am here and it is now
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Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 7:35 AM UTC
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