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Green.Green.The cool green grass on my cheek.Bits of golden sun break through the gaint leafy canopyand the blue....
Not the soft blue sky but icy breath catching blue washung over me making my skin tingle...
Clear penetrating blue that reminds me that I am seventeen years old that I still want to laugh,dream,hope...love.The blackness that hugs my soul retreats...

From Scribblers of Dreams