My desire

dolittle

dolittle

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The feeling is STONG in me, today. To escape the tyrony of the cracking whips. Sunlight calls me. The wind sings for me to walk the quiet path. To listen & learn it's secrets. Today I have a breath stealing desire to feel grass in my hands. To smell water flowing. I want my shelter made of wood. My darkness lit with wax. My meals cooked over glowing embers. I want to be free of the modern shackles that trap my spirit in asphalt & carbon fumes. I want to hear the roar of Earthsong. Not the screams of civilization.
 
I stong too, wanting to feel the sun on my breath, the wind in my water, and the grass in my lungs. I hate the tyrone of crack whip. I wax wood with asphaltum in spirits to the roar of Earthcivilization.
 
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