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The minds a mystery

I hear the wind weaving it's way through the prickly branches.

I see the beauty of all the shades of this earth: summer, fall, winter, spring.

I hear the sound of T.V going on inside.

The sound of my mom making dinner.

I watch my chest move in and out as I breath deeply, feeling my mind working ruthlessly to figure out what I'm truly trying to concentrating on.

The minds a mystery.

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