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Outstretched Arms
Autumn's chill sits upon my lap, hand in hand with a cool setting sun and together they embrace my ecstatic smile. The beauty of a lonely silence, merrily broken by a whispering woods, nature's voice, bustling with the daily goings on of life, sits upon my heart with a peaceful sigh. To lay back my head upon this ragged wooden bench with outstretched arms I take a deep breath through my chilled nose and nature's gift of existence nibbles a melody upon my mind. And mother natures perfume sends shivers of the joy of living, gracefully tap dancing upon my mellowed soul, eternally forever in love. spb.
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