I am spoiled. Sometimes I think i don’t appreciate the beauty around as much as I should, just because I live in the middle of it everyday. This is amazing scenery, where poems are written and souls are lost . I want nothing else.
September 1, 2011
Photo – where poems are written
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September 1st, 2011 at 23:38
I am too…I look out my windows at home and all I see are mountains, and pines, and a long winding road. And there are trout stream minutes away. And I make a pact with myself that I will not grow complacent about these things. I love them, and they too are all I want.