Oh joy, to have the ability to describe this perfect summers day, but I am shut down, closed off, locked out, removed.
Bit like if the Martins above the meadow in the center of the old woods, as they gracefully swoop and dive, when they catch the fly, they immediately die, and fall out of the sky.
Similar the delicate long grass’s unevolved wheatears lean and gently spiral in a suggested breeze, yet scream like nails on a blackboard at me.
Today the fawns come and go, all around in every direction, constantly surrounded, like I am Snow White or Bambi, but they know true and well we kill and eat them and use their skin for practical and decorative stuff, they too know, this is not Disney.
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AMALGAMATED WONDERS OF THE WORLD 