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Listening

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I walk past this tree

and it says to me, please--

take my flesh as paper.

write ( love ) to me.

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Everything is Spring in our steps, a heap of mystery.

Do you think the human heart is like a flower of pollen bursting invisibly, everything seems available for flirting in this weather. :)Ever since grade school, i have felt this way.Is it true for all of you??

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The sun is an eagle soaring round the earth, looking for its prey. It will Take you to its nest, high up

high up. It will Take your breath. Plant itself inside you--you who stands now, naked as a seed, tilling the soil of new dreams.

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( thin mints )

A ,& B (why i love this?) and same with images of Russia,

C , X song and little frozen peoples (who really must wait for spring).

and i like this painter too.

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I also love Easter, what about you? Better than any other of the celebrations that remind us.

I asked. The Easter Bunny is bringing me carrots this year, not chocolates... :)

Peace to all !

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