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Everything from your dreams.
A feeling.
Listen to your body. Talk to plants. Ignore People.





honeypiesky:

The kind of sunrise that comes in hazy and warm and splits thru the night’s leftover chill. There is hope in this kind of sunrise. I wake to the same world I have walked in my four and twenty years. The birds still call to one another across the wood, and the dew still sits as the grass drinks in…