Dec 2018
My heart forever lies in the pines,
Standing on the edge of a cliff, arms high, and that cold, crisp breeze.
I reside in the mountains,
On the road,
In my hippy van.
Ya that's where you'll find me
Because that's where I always am.
Standing on the edge of a cliff, arms high, and that cold, crisp breeze.
I reside in the mountains,
On the road,
In my hippy van.
Ya that's where you'll find me
Because that's where I always am.
I want to go on a hike so bad. Stupid winter :p
(ut)
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