THE WIND IN THE TREES

The wind russles in the leaves. I feel the cool spring breeze gently caress my face. I am alive, a part of nature. I want to be taken up by the wind, to fly away into the sky and be lost among the tree tops. I feel free and joy fills my soul.

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About kevinmorris101

I live and work in London and blog as a hobby. If you would like to contact me please send an email to animalia at shiftmail.com (the address is rendered in this manner in order to try and defeat spammers)!
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