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Jun 25, 2006 14:30

I never use to consider myself an 'outdoors' person. I lived in it. It was always around. Where I grew up I was inches from forest, mountains, water, beach, snow. All was there. And I remember days where I never stept foot outside, Beautiful summer days passing by while I pondered other thing in my room. Categorized and cataloged, watched and ( Read more... )

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drblack June 26 2006, 07:23:57 UTC
Never let the concrete tighten the grip of doom! Climb trees in a park, swin in a dirty lake, whatever makes the outside possible.

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gartho009 June 26 2006, 13:06:07 UTC
I am excited for you--to move, to smell, to get out and everything. I've never thought about hands, I will have to.

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