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Jun 2015
Freedom.

Empty fields, growing grass, and sprouting weeds. The freedom of the weeds is inspiring. Nothing holding them back, no groundskeepers spraying anti-**** spray or ripping their world apart at the roots.

The freedom to grow.

Free to grow however they please; however God intended them to grow.

There's no inhibitors. Just freedom.
shannon stambaugh
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shannon stambaugh  ohio
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