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Jan 2017
Gentle summer breeze riding the sky

The playful sun rising and shining in my eye

Clouds dampening the harshness of the summer sunlight

Sitting in the meadow watching seconds go by

Here in this state, in this now, in this time

We have no need to think about the world we have left by

Forget that life and all its unnecessary complexities, paradoxes and restless tides

Here is what matters

Where everything is as it is, no one has two faces nothing has two sides

Everything is laid out bare for everyone’s eyes

Here is where I belong

Because here I have found peace, but on the inside

They call this the great outdoors maybe great because this is where we were meant to be

For here I feel more at home than I have ever been

And in this vast openness I can actually hear the voice of my soul speak and sing to me

So maybe this is how things were supposed to go

And maybe just maybe we were meant to live outdoors
grld
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grld  26/M
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   Frank Russell and Poetria
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