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trees are old and wise. they have many experiences. they have lived long. their roots have grown deep. their wizened shaky heads shiver in the breeze, showering the earth with their knowledge. old these trees may be, but young of heart they are. deep in their woody flesh lies joy and hope and cheerfulness. they speakby can-i-make-a-comment on Feb 6 12:12 PM, In Contemplative, Thoughts. 100 words. → Make first comment?
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the tree behind me is whispering to me. giggling. beckoning me to come play. no, Honey Locust. i cannot. i should be paying attention to my class. i know you'd like me to come and play. ever since your leafy robe became litter on the ground, you have been lonely. bereft of friendship. you beg passers by to play, butby can-i-make-a-comment on Feb 6 11:49 AM, In Contemplative, Thoughts. 100 words. → Make first comment?
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everything is vivid. my mind is open. i'm thinking. i have desire. i want to do well. i have motivation, and i'm following up on it. am i growing up? what is happening to me? i feel confident. i feel smart. i'm writing like e.e. cummings. the brain has untapped wells of potential. and i can feel it. i feel like i canby can-i-make-a-comment on Feb 6 11:43 AM, In My own personal thoughts. 100 words. → Make first comment?
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I like to write. To form physical words. To watch the marks of my physical movements lay down on the page, recorded, immortalized, recognized, remembered. I like to analyze. To pick things apart. To discover. To figure out why "why" is "because". To be filled with that newly found knowledge, that newly found discove
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The mind begs to while imbeciles talk (no one understands a thing) Floating away up into the clouds the chill air rushing exhilarating A cloud's-eye view of the world To be a cloud... to be separate from humanity yet watching considering their lives their ways their hearts Thby can-i-make-a-comment on Feb 6 11:19 AM, In Contemplative, Humanity, Lost in thought, Narcissistic, Thoughts. 200 words. → 1 comment, Add one?
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