This world's child.
Too in love with wind, water, earth and sky.
My arms are forever wanting to stretch themselves out and feel that push, that clear wetness, that rising smell.
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A Bright Clearing I AM.
There are worn-out circular paths around that bush. I can't help it... venturing off has always been my nature.
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