Waiting in the outdoors, savoring the beauty of nature,
letting it fill me completely with the scent of pine
trees being blown in the wind.
Cool air gently brushing against my mind, refreshing my
intellect, soothing the stress of this day, nothing more
to do.
Relaxing in the freedom of my soul as I write throughout
this evening alone, pondering the everlasting destiny of
life on this earth.
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