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They are calling me. I don't want to leave. Long grasses dance in the warm breeze. Wildflowers, leaves, insects sparkle in evening sun. Smells are rich, moist, pungent. There may be mice, toads, even snakes. I want to watch, touch, study everything.
Again, they are calling. They tell me I belong somewhere else.
They are wrong. Where else could I belong?
Thursday, June 15th, 2006
10.8 mm 51 mm