Earth
I like the winter, waking in the morning and feel the smell of earth, damp wood.
The cold and the smells around me and bring me back to a perfect union with nature is a feeling material like sex, but two separate entities merged into that single moment.
Well, one thing this morning with my Earth.
Feel the power of his creation, now that the heat of the sun is weaker, the instinct of life is larger and has the flavor of a simple gesture is the embrace and affection of a mother.
I want to render it as a ball, a mixture of unexplainable ties that do not know the beginning and not feel the end. Meaningless as a perfume which I can not resist and do not know where it comes from, as the kiss without which I can not stay and do not know why.
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