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Oct 2014
Grass.
     Rain.
           clouds.
And open field.
                   Bare feet let the mud climb the walls between their toes.  Let the grass greet them with a coiled handshake.  Each dew drop will trace a vein.
Nature.
Maddie Renee
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Maddie Renee
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