the delicacy of freshly made mud pies, the tickle of mud squeezing between your toes, the cold of rushing water caressing your skin, the wet of the earth soaking into your jeans, the rush of a rope swing, the blue of a dragonfly, the sting of a bee, the taste of summer popping in your mouth and running gently down the back of your throat.
earth is heaven to me.
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I can't help but think of your future great-great-grandchildren reading your words. You've been blessed with words, and future generations will be so very grateful of your many, many talents!
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