BY indefiniteloop

“Instead here I am counting stars, watching leaves fold, hearing the mud slosh, seeing the earth being dug, swaying like trees, burning with the Universe, dreaming about paint strokes, witnessing these waves fighting over the lands, dipping the feet in lake pools, staring at those lofty peaks that kiss the clouds, standing under the rains, dancing while listening to the sounds of the forests full foresty-mists, waiting on the eruptions to come forth from the depths, traveling with grovel lodged boots. Traveling away, to places that create magic, to places that leave deep impressions, to places that teach. I am traveling away. “ -

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