(For alive as birds, as alive as the worlds within us, there came to me the sounds of trombones and trumpets, the cries of saxaphones; the joined voices of frogs and turtles and grey doves singing, The people who know my magic have filled the land with smoke; there came to me the voices of wolves making music at the moon. Water spanked against the
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we need to hang out sometime before I run away for the rest of my life.
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<3 <3 <3
we'll dance when you get home, it'll be fantastic i promise! (and i never break my promises).
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I like mountains.
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