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i hope winter never comes.
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(the great drought) Passion it seems survives hard times and emotional drought
old pathways never die never
recover the first step it made in the right direction
atmosphere, sense of fruit sweating great pools of sugar water white sand hot and unexplored miles of territory all alive with a midnight spinetingle of discovery
Rescue, rubber life boats are punctured ducks in a bathtub staying afloat
And Return looking down gorges that always extort the chills but the way is known the way is once green withering in hot grass in autumn firework day pleasant and chill.
I hope winter never comes.
