The Hole With the sun shining brightly, it is a beautiful day. There you stand, motionless, like a deer in the dark woods. Watching and listening to that which surrounds you. Every Cricket, every bee, every breaking branch. The wind and the trees make magical music. The grass is green and freshly... Sign in to see full entry.
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