Shadows east high by the moon day sun. Wind blowing freely making kites have fun. Only here I sit watching over them all. It's all so sad that why I write.
It makes my mind flutter this breeze in my hair. That's why I can't write. I want to be off down there. To play in the water, kicking off my shoes. To kneel at the banks or swim in a pool.
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Author:
marlenawood (
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- Category: Nature
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How's the view up there? Haha wind girl
Haha it's lovely how I can see so much through my window lol it's quite nice
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