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I consider myself indebted to incalculable probability , allotted a brief stint upon this miracle dubbed Earth.. Blessed with eyes that perceive far beyond abstract form and color , pupils that recognize each human emotion , casual glance or smile aimed in my direction .. Ears that detect the intricacy of classical compositions , miraculously discern laughter from tattered speech , a cry of joy from a call for help .. The aroma of raging conflagrations distinguished from chimney smoke , hot meals or Pine forest from honeysuckle and rose petal . A plethora of gustatory charms committed to memory .. Wisteria within the tempestuous breeze , a kiss on the cheek , butterscotch ***** to a spot of tea .. Arms that have cradled grandchildren , plowed Spring fields till sundown , crossed cool Piedmont streams , cut firewood and all manner of farm labors . Laden with Summer harvest , performing guitar melodies on late Summer evenings .. Recording my observations with the eye of a poet , from the invocation of mankind's document , a penned treatise of my beloved Georgia ..
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Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC
The Piedmont
I consider myself indebted to incalculable probability , allotted a brief stint upon this miracle dubbed Earth.. Blessed with eyes that perceive far beyond abstract form and color , pupils that recognize each human emotion , casual glance or smile aimed in my direction .. Ears that detect the intricacy of classical compositions , miraculously discern laughter from tattered speech , a cry of joy from a call for help .. The aroma of raging conflagrations distinguished from chimney smoke , hot meals or Pine forest from honeysuckle and rose petal . A plethora of gustatory charms committed to memory .. Wisteria within the tempestuous breeze , a kiss on the cheek , butterscotch ***** to a spot of tea .. Arms that have cradled grandchildren , plowed Spring fields till sundown , crossed cool Piedmont streams , cut firewood and all manner of farm labors . Laden with Summer harvest , performing guitar melodies on late Summer evenings .. Recording my observations with the eye of a poet , from the invocation of mankind's document , a penned treatise of my beloved Georgia ..
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Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC
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