Into the Wild BlueAfrica

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Spring Series 3

The sharp scent of grass
wet with rain perfumes my feet
and stains my jeans green.




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Spring Series 4

The wind rushes through
the willow trees, sending the
leaves to fluttering.




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Spring Series 5

Two cinnamon dogs
frolic in the yard until
the sun sets at last.




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Spring Series 6

Without shirt or shoes,
service: for nakedness
is her happiness.



If you don't know it's impossible it's easier to do. And because nobody's done it before, they haven't made up rules to stop anyone doing that again, yet.
— Neil Gaiman