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when i was writing of southern wings

2007/10/01 in narratives

to take time, to take it in, to enjoy the world that surrounds. for all of nature
is here and now and even wonder abounds.

i learned to live, i learned to love, i slept in natures arms. i wish for peace, i wish bliss.

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