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It feels as though Mother Nature has just lazily opened her eyes. The snow turns to puddles under her powerful gaze. Her tired yawns blow my hair over my face. The flowers and leaves slowly start to reach for their mother. It feels as though my soul, is too reaching for her. We have awakened.
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC
Spring
It feels as though Mother Nature has just lazily opened her eyes. The snow turns to puddles under her powerful gaze. Her tired yawns blow my hair over my face. The flowers and leaves slowly start to reach for their mother. It feels as though my soul, is too reaching for her. We have awakened.
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC
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