The deep, full breaths, the looking at the flowers dancing in the wind, the warm, enveloping embrace of the afternoon sun, bathing their skin in light... It is this precise poetry in all things you should pay attention to. Yet, I am accustomed to another kind of pure emotion, raw, true in its form and uncanny; it never stops reminding me of what it is that I am made of.
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Ramblings
Non-FictionA bunch of thoughts put together for the purpose of making progress...or so I hope
