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Mar 2014
No matter how big your heart is, or how much your brain waves flow, we all take our place in the ground. I'll take my stance, barefoot, and naked. With the sun on my back and wind on my face before I sleep in the dark. With my fingers no longer touching the grass, only...soil.
charlie
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