Appleton Farms

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I arrive in anticipation,

Slightly rushed, racing the sun.

I step out onto a mattress of mulch,

A sigh of relief is released,

As I immerse myself in the beauty.

I walk, the sun kissing

The imperfection of my face.

I begin to drown in the quiet roar

Of a grasshopper symphony.

I realize that I have an audience.

I travel a path trodden by many,

And in the solitude of the woods,

I am alone.





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