among the tall grass
someday I shall walk among the tall grass meet my father upon a hill there’s equal weight between breath and death a certainty like sand clinging to the foot soles of vagabonds someday I pray there be enough sunlight to bath in
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Art….. is the footprint of inner essence – James Carver
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