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the sound of the wind is a lullaby sang by each and every blade of grass their voices so distinctive no noise can they amass. Except omitting the motion of movement in the wind, they play a silent lullaby to echo in the dawn of spring.
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Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
dawn of spring.
the sound of the wind is a lullaby sang by each and every blade of grass their voices so distinctive no noise can they amass. Except omitting the motion of movement in the wind, they play a silent lullaby to echo in the dawn of spring.
walking through London today took a moment to relax on the grass in St James Park before work. Wasn't the warmest of days but felt nice to tune in with nature even if just briefly.
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Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
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