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Sometimes I go for a walk without myself not really alone but beyond the self I let the fresh air fill my lungs at the same time the windchime rung Connected to the sound I felt my heart pound I noticed the crickets chants as the trees started to dance
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 11:25 AM UTC
Walking
Sometimes I go for a walk without myself not really alone but beyond the self I let the fresh air fill my lungs at the same time the windchime rung Connected to the sound I felt my heart pound I noticed the crickets chants as the trees started to dance
One of my favorites. Another one with images of a dream.
jaclyn-harlamert
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 11:25 AM UTC
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