nocturnal spring time scrawl, like getting out the house after winter and writiing on the wall. Best feeling of all, not the gull, the magic of it all. The elements faced, tracks traced, heart raced then eases as it settles into place and marks are left with or without grace. Cool icey blue breeze rustles up in the trees, startled feeling in bended knees, choke a splif and wheeze, every sound, you freeze, the feeling of being free!
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