Misty air, with a hint of rain.
Surrounded by trees,
every inch, every acre.
Yet in a place where I can become lost,
I'm truly found.
But was I truly found in the beginning?
Physically found, yes.
But mentally? Emotionally?
I'm not sure.
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Author:
outsidetoinside (
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- Category: Nature
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