wild wisteria climbing high...
if i live to be 100 i will never get tired of sticking my nose into flowers...kissing roses...hugging trees...wading through streams...digging toes into sand...standing in a rainstorm...moon bathing...saying my prayers alongside the mourning doves...shape shifting and flying with the owls into the starry night sky...letting an inchworm measure my hand...there are many things i am tired of in the UNnatural world...but the natural world always captures my affections and holds me close...
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