Siting
out on a hill. feeling the breeze. listening to the feeling the grass with my soft hands that
have thached every thing to the soft and dry dirt to
never ending water hiting me.my hair
flowing
in the wind.it feells so good i could live out therjust love it.looking
up at the sky .it is so blue with white cloud.it is just so beaitful.
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