scent of pine trees and sap that runs down wintery bark footsteps crunching into white standing looking through the trees inhaling cold air exhaling a cloud of warmth making curls as it disappates the land is slightly blue but in stillness you can feel the connection
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a trail of smoke
away from the beach and the setting sun away from the sound of waves and the waving grass away from the distant mountains glowing red with the last light of day away from the canopy of rustling trees with jasmine scented air traveling through their branches away from the trickling river that ebbed and flowed…
The Dynamics of Groove 