It is only away from the media; as you witness this on the media that I find joy in the sunlight like a prisoner.
Squirrels remind me to play; sometime. I tread the damp, glistening, black, coal road breathing foreign crisp air; my favorite weather.
Today; lessons; lifetimes; sorrows; spring's, my foot is caught.
I howl for home.
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