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Nature is easy. No complicated requirements. You drive to it, when you deem the time is right. You silently admire, capture the beauty and leave. Nothing more is expected. Nothing more is needed. I have been away from it too long. Loosing the connection I once found.


















...I will run for shelter. Endless summer, lift the curse. It feels like nothing matters. In our private universe. I have all I want, is that simple enough. Theres a whole lot more I'm thinking of. Every night about six oclock. The birds come back to the palm to talk. They talk to me, birds talk to me. If I go down on my knees. I will run for shelter. Endless summer, lift the curse. It feels like nothing matters. In our private universe. And its a pleasure that I have known. And its a treasure that I have gained. And its a pleasure that I have known...