I Write Her

Thespaciousandopenlandscape beckons me from myroom;blueskies and meandering roads await my presence. Isaygracein my heathen way, and off I go.

Whether in seeking out waves and salty air or the wind on the plains, or something else, it’s simple to understand what I yearn my freedom in these moments.

I get drunk anddrowsywith it, yet also veryclearabout the privilege Iseek. I’m forever grateful to Mother Nature for what I am granted.

And I am sincerely humbled by the grandeur she shares with me. She’s my healer.

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