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Posted on April 11, 2011 at 12:41 PM
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sping senses
I walk out side and the sun washes over me like i am under a water fall
the cool and graceful breeze brushes agianst my skin
the waveing tree's and the grass sparkels and shines in the warm sun
the light wind swives and whistes though the old tree's
the bright shineing sun floats though the air like a flower in the sky
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