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Walking through the grass with my bare feet stepping on blade after blade contemplating my future as a rain drop falls on my bottom lip and I hesitantly retrieve it with my tongue tasting the nature around me, the drop is cold but sends warmth through my veins, my eyes survey what is around me until they become fixed on a leaf hanging to the branch not wanting to let go, finally it falls and lands on my shoulder, I place my hands on tree as the bark punctures my skin I close my eyes and listen to the wind, taking myself to a place of black space where I sit on a rock and stare at what is above, little leaves fall from the darkness covering my eyes as I open them a bright light leads me back to my front yard, me standing there my hands still against the bark I look around again not wanting to let go but then I realize I must blow into the wind flying away.
