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[songskiss]

Two weeks of five hours of sleep a night. 
And a night of an hour of sleep. 
I kind of want to die.
.
.
No--that's a big lie.  I really want to live;
warm summer breeze across my face
cold creek water numbing my toes
handfuls of thick green grass
hot, burning, mid-day sun on my back
.
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Being alive is beautiful--"gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh"
and the coming of summer just radiates that joy of life.