Tuesday, July 22, 2014

"Get outside and let the earth, which you came from and which you will someday fade into, dirty your body and soul with its burning sun, emerald leaves, wild berries, dry bark, forest soil cool from the rain underfoot, pure sparkling cobalt lakewater, hot breeze blowing on your face, dusty dirt on your hands and feet. The world can be yours in the summer."
-poem by me, July 2014


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