Monday, October 12, 2009
On a crisp October morning
I open my window this crisp October morning and it feels more like Winter than Fall, I am far from the ocean shore but the breeze brings me scents of home and the cold in the air cuts through my thoughts like a knife. The sea of grass outside undulates to a northern wind like an ocean teaming with life, forming green waves that reach as far as I can see and take with them my hopes and my dreams, fueling my imagination with a fire full of magic and thrill Those living waves of green... could they...
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