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Apr 2015
I wish to walk into a field of grass
Running my fingers through the tips, 
I wish to take long walks on the beach
And watching the sunset laying in the sand
I want to have picnics in the grass, where it's calm, listening to the birds chirp, and the leaves bristle against eachother, while I sip tea
Walking along the ocean line and smelling the ocean
Blue Angel
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Blue Angel  Harrisonburg
(Harrisonburg)   
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   Pax, Jacob and Cecil Miller
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