We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
I climbed upwards and hit the sky with my tricycle. Wild was the wind she was hiding there at the summit, wild waving raven hair, the clouds lept into the ethers, again, again, the crows came, spinning onto the tree at the top of earth.
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