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Jul 2020
When I look out at the hills, and see them rolling in the wind-
for the first time I’m aware of why people live away from the ocean.
It’s because they have their own, dressed in green and grey, coming only when the wind allows it.
Then it shifts and I see the hoards of animals in Africa running-
suddenly I’m given the eagle eyed view of their beauty.
Maybe it has something to do with the fact that my name is from nature that allows me to be more in tuned with it.
If that is the case, I can’t help but thank every god there might have been because I am truly witnessing a work of art.
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     Cloudydaze and Sushant
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