Moving
It was a painting, but not
I looked into it and saw the blues and green and greens and greens and browns and the little white specks that dotted the edges and the quacking brown dots as well. The freshness of the hues and deepness of the tones and shades and tints all surrounded my surrendered body.
Breathing
Why do people ask me why I run?
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that was freaking awesome
I know I was there! :)
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