A story of Me
By Night lord
I often dream of days of such bliss, in which the radiant sun begins to rise over a jagged mountain top. When an ocean is blanketed by white hot grains of sand, or the soothing blue rolling waves crashing against bare feet seding sensations through my body. I dream of endless lush green meadows breaming with daisyes, and buttercups. What of The wondrous Blue Ridge Mountains at sunset watching mountain streams become mighty rivers, and mighty rivers becoming sparkling crytal lakes. This is a story a story of me. Written March 15th, 2002 © on Mar 15 2002 06:25 AM PST, Michael Jason Tester 18 • 0 • 13
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