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Stalks of wheat beat my body as I pass through their whispering arms. Inside a heart full of sorrows yet joy there lies no hateful story.
The fields of wheat bend and bow kissing the ground. Sunkist dewdrops bless their own adding only renown.
The wind rushes against me pulling me. The sun beats down upon my shoulders.
The music enchants my soul ethereal and slow. The clouds pass quickly, soaring away blocking the sun an instant, then- swoosh! away.
Stalks of wheat beat my body as I pass through their whispering arms.
0154 Sunday, January 26, 2003
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