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A Walk

There I was.
Feet upon the ground,
eyes browsing the white,
crystalline blanket of snow
that had been wont to yield
the earth cold warmth so
many winters before,
my eyes occasionally
rested on one of the
few scant mirrors to
the cosmos painted on
the nonexistent ceiling overhead.
The rust-chested robins'
chattering caressed
my ears as the very
sound of childhood.
The cocktail effluvium
of wet leaf litter, detritus
and petrichor- so familiar,
so primal, so earthly.
I couldn't help but be
brought to tears by the
I am alive, what more can I ask for?

21 Jun 16

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