September 21, 2012
Look out into the open plain,
The grass we with dew,
sparkling in the light
The trees swaying in the breeze
as their leaves, green as can be,
flutter with might
Standing in the infinite plain
in a cotton summer dress,
the sun shining, the rays hitting my face
Why can't everything be this Perfect?

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