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The grass. Under my feet. It's tikeling me. The sun. In the sky. I watch it rise. Leaning back into my chair, I close my eyes. I relax in this place that I feel so nice.
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
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The grass. Under my feet. It's tikeling me. The sun. In the sky. I watch it rise. Leaning back into my chair, I close my eyes. I relax in this place that I feel so nice.
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
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