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a faraway look
the way your senses are heightened
appreciating the little things at home
where there are nettles
there are always dock leaves too
the grass gets right into your soul
waiting for hours on the hills
i first played that song youth hosteling
at the age of fourteen
embracing the wind
the empty space below
understood weather
and patterns of thermals
the harpie Nic and cloud clockwork and bisto are not welcome to read my blog or use me in any way , there are thoughts in your own head huns
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