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nature
calm, quiet, there
free, always-
the gentle filtering of light,
green through the leaves
a soft tickling of grass upon my ankles
the sigh of the wind through tree branches
the quiet, happy chatter of the birds
a soft spatter of color, flowers.
and now the soft, calming smell of dusk
the dimming light through my window
the soft purr and fur of a cat sleeping quietly by my side
and now the loving look in her eyes as she curls up on my stomach
and we stare out the window at the stars
and drift-
off-
to sleep.

Raevynn
October 21, 2001

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