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Apr 2021
I swear I just heard the trees breathe, a deep contented sigh. Harmonious to the one echoed in my soul.

Breathe in, Sway out.

Breathe in, Sway out.

Let the breeze move through your mirrored branches.
A movement dedicated to life beyond your center.
A late night observation in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of everything.
Bartholomew Welles
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Bartholomew Welles  29/Cisgender Male/KC, MO
(29/Cisgender Male/KC, MO)   
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