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-MAKING "SENSE" OF IT ALL- (HEAR) THE LEAVES CRUNCH UNDER MY FEET. (TASTE) THE RAIN UPON MY TONGUE. (FEEL) THE WARMTH OF THE ROARING FIRE. (SMELL) THE SALTY OCEAN AIR. (TOUCH) MY HAND AND WATCH MY STARE. -RONNA KAY WHAT I THINK A WALK THROUGH THE FOREST AND THEN A NIGHT ON THE BEACH WITH SOMEONE YOU... Sign in to see full entry.