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Mar 2014
What a human concept- time.
The fact we choose to live our lives defined
by something so different,
all across the globe.

These passing of the hours
always "on time", meeting the next deadline
under these pressures we often cower.

Yet,
look to the trees
at the seas,
in the sky
and tell me which one is worrying
over losing a little time?

None.
Mother Nature couldn't be happier
then to plant herself down
and live every moment to it's fullest
letting days, weeks and years
slip by.
I think I'm gonna live on my own time
Natasha
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Natasha  25/F/here, there & everywhere
(25/F/here, there & everywhere)   
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