"I lie in the round clearing
and let the sun wash over me
my ears tuned into the wind,
whipping through the treetops
I’m freed from the gravity and float up
open my eyes and it’s gone."
and let the sun wash over me
my ears tuned into the wind,
whipping through the treetops
I’m freed from the gravity and float up
open my eyes and it’s gone."
Below are a select few visuals.




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