the woods smell sweet in the waning days of june, a thick mist of sleepy summer hangs over the tree tops. slow conversations and fast drawings fill days with dynamic sloppiness, although inspiring at times, the noise can be overwhelming. perspective gained over time spent gives nine lives a new meaning and new life approaches.
a bit more of a bit less i think would do me good. everything, everywhere, all the intentions and all the action, the quiet is lost under a sea of chatter............
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Can there be a quietness under a sea of chatter?
depends on perspective and context. noise floats over a heavy quiet at times.....
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