Written sometime in Late Jan/Early Feb 2013
Tonight I escaped the night's silent hullabully, and joined my friends the winds and trees at Flagstaff Hill. When they meet, they converse in unison, and though I don't known what they're saying, their voices fill me with peace.
Tonight I escaped the night's silent hullabully, and joined my friends the winds and trees at Flagstaff Hill. When they meet, they converse in unison, and though I don't known what they're saying, their voices fill me with peace.
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