Wednesday, October 16, 2013

A Sharp Turn To The Worst Comments

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I am sitting here on the thin grass which lies on the compacted dirt. Under the shade of a tree, the light cool breeze blows on my face and through my light cotton shirt. The grass dances to the breeze. My legs are crossed, I feel the soles of my leather shoes dig into the sides of my legs; but it doesn’t matter, because of the pleasant distractions.
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