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the time of day that makes the sky shine gold the feeling of distrusting your own eyes and appraising your surroundings threefold observing, absorbing the slothful sun rise in these moments serenity i find in these moments myself i do most feel both the breeze and fresh air align my spine paradise, heaven, feels nearly unreal what can i do, what can i say to stay? way back to reality, so it seems opposite of this day, my day - to - day but here, near mother nature i’ll daydream surrounded by animals, flowers, trees the outside: my favorite place to be
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Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
the outside: my favorite place to be
the time of day that makes the sky shine gold the feeling of distrusting your own eyes and appraising your surroundings threefold observing, absorbing the slothful sun rise in these moments serenity i find in these moments myself i do most feel both the breeze and fresh air align my spine paradise, heaven, feels nearly unreal what can i do, what can i say to stay? way back to reality, so it seems opposite of this day, my day - to - day but here, near mother nature i’ll daydream surrounded by animals, flowers, trees the outside: my favorite place to be
jennamarie
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Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
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