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Sunlight

Date Written: November 3, 2017
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The trees break up the sunlight like shards of glass hitting my precious, golden skin. I feel so alive. I spin around and around. I'm lost in my thoughts. I don't care anymore. In this moment I am alone. I only need myself in this moment. I only need the isolated beauty of the forest around me. I am free.

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