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May 2015
see the atmosphere breath,
by waving back at the branches
of trees, you could use the
ocean tips and curls,
if you did not have any of your own
waves, of joy, of love, of sadness, of ecstasy,
of longing, of be -
longing,
those eyes
the eyes of the wind, of the hard life lessons,

find them, without a fight.
on my IG as well, with a picture...
Ottar
Written by
Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
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   Nat Lipstadt, ---, bex and NV
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