the air is so mild it feels as if it came in from a place i long to go. walking through
the forest with my sweater wrapped around me. trees swaying making sounds i could fall asleep to, maybe there against the moss covered rock i could lay my head and curl up like i belonged there. looking up i spotted a black furry creatures a fisher cat, i had always been scared of them for i would hear them in the middle of the night at my farm in rhode island but i am not scared here among the trees, it is sleeping like i would sleep if i was a creature of this forest.
the forest with my sweater wrapped around me. trees swaying making sounds i could fall asleep to, maybe there against the moss covered rock i could lay my head and curl up like i belonged there. looking up i spotted a black furry creatures a fisher cat, i had always been scared of them for i would hear them in the middle of the night at my farm in rhode island but i am not scared here among the trees, it is sleeping like i would sleep if i was a creature of this forest.
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