Listening to acorns hit the deck ( literally ) It’s making me laugh ( inexplicably ) The season’s turning ( inexorably ) Closing my eyes I soak up the sun ( luxuriously ) Taking these moments as they come ( miraculously )
Being Here It’s ghia here in Kelter There’s nothing to filter the water is lovely It’s clear that here is wild and pure And Nobody owns h...
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