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Jan 2017
Sometimes I go for a walk without myself
  not really alone but beyond the self
I let the fresh air fill my lungs
  at the same time the windchime rung
Connected to the sound
  I felt my heart pound
I noticed the crickets chants
  as the trees started to dance
One of my favorites. Another one with images of a dream.
Jaclyn Harlamert
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Jaclyn Harlamert  Kentucky
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