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I remeber trees that gave me the power to climb high and see far away places. Trees that gave me solitude and a place to escape. Trees that by their falling provided me with warmth from a fire. Trees that became stumps upon which I stood and reached beyond my childhood grasp.
I've been intrigued by the moon. I is a subtle guide to the life of my night time.I feel saddened when it is not present and refreshed when it is.
There is no such thing as overjoyed. One can never experience too much joy. To say one is overjoyed is most likely a sign that this person has simply experienced too little joy in their life.
Bleak is only a perception. My bleak rainy day is my garden's feast. Change your perception - change your bleakness.
Until this day I had thought of mist as something hid something else, but I now knew it as a means to reveal what was hidden in the bright day light.
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