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to touch the hills, the tall, flat valleys, to taste the smell of the green, to feel the sound of the heat, oh to be nourished. to be FED, and REALLY fed. the noisy smells and the textured tastes, how my senses are sensing. bon voyage, clarity hello excitement. my home, my life, my love, my HEART, here. static…DYNAMIC. it means nothing here. here. here. HERE.
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Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 11:38 AM UTC
to taste the smell of Green
to touch the hills, the tall, flat valleys, to taste the smell of the green, to feel the sound of the heat, oh to be nourished. to be FED, and REALLY fed. the noisy smells and the textured tastes, how my senses are sensing. bon voyage, clarity hello excitement. my home, my life, my love, my HEART, here. static…DYNAMIC. it means nothing here. here. here. HERE.
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colton-mckay
American
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 11:38 AM UTC
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