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Witnessing My Own Depravity.
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Witnessing My Own Depravity. |
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PrestonThePoet Member
since 2007-11-07
Posts 87 |
Once again painting a mental image of those rivers, and bays, I dearly miss. My mind strays from reality, wanting to venture into nature, re-living each tender moment rendered to me. So encased within this tiny cubicle, I feel suffocated. I need to breathe, break free of the grasp of life. Fly freely with the wind, soar the skies with the flocks of birds, and the lay at night with the stars. Rise each morning with the sun, and stay up with the moon. Breathing in purity, my lungs explode with satisfaction. Euphoria taking over my mental state, all crammed into me at once. Experiences never ceasing to be magical, all telling their own story; Unflawed beauty comes with rarity. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
what an experience! |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Immersing oneself in Nature ~ be it real or imagined ~ can be a pause that refreshes and rejuvenates! Exhilarating, descriptive ~ and very up-lifting! Love & Nature's Light, Linda  |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Enjoyed the Write! ARCTIC WIND |
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