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Apr 2015
It has been quiet.
The trees sway sometimes in the restless breeze, it has rained, it has darkened but always the sun has shown in the end.
This is the way it has always been.
This is the way it will always be.
Beautiful.
Lonely.
There are many names to describe such a feeling as these trees bring.
Something Simple
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Something Simple
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   Cecil Miller
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