caffeine induced drips of energy, wake my soul to the crisp air of morn', slouch down and quietly listen to the drowning sounds of the trees, they talk to me and babble on about what they've seen and how smart they are, sometime I think they laugh at my unknowing of their language, for they have the... Sign in to see full entry.
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