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Oct 2011
to touch the hills,

the tall, flat valleys,

to taste the smell of the green,

to feel the sound of the heat,

oh to be nourished.

to be FED, and REALLY fed.

the noisy smells and the textured tastes,

how my senses are sensing.

bon voyage, clarity

hello excitement.

my home, my life, my love, my HEART,

here.

static…DYNAMIC.

it means nothing here.

here.

here.

HERE.
Written by
Colton McKay
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