"I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines."
Henry David Thoreau, naturalist and author (1817-1862)
You said it was the way I looked at you played with your fingertips drowned in your eyes starving your skin you felt happiness again your ...
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