Swinging under stars, blowing whistles through blades of grass, the simple things feel so right when you have the time to just sit. When I was younger I never saw my life now as a possibility, stories of hitching and seeing the landscape from behind a veil of trust were things of the past. I never cease to amaze even myself with how wrong I often
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-Beth-
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