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Sensation diary

When I look at my photographs
From places far away
It’s as if my feet touch the sand
The scent of the open world starts to swirl about my nose
Contentment softly strokes my skin
My hair gets whirled by freedom’s breeze
Rays of wonder start to blind my eyes
My heart beat races against time’s ticking arm
And my thoughts run off into the wild

©mywritingtherapy

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