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My, how I miss the sound of water rolling gently,
the smell of semi-moist dirt covering the earth,
I miss the way that the sun peaks through leaves of a deciduous canopy,
and the feeling of rough bark on my figertips,
I miss the sound of my dearest friends (of the wing'd sort) speaking all around me,
muddy hiking boots,
and mud-stained knees on my pants,
I miss the sweet cry of baby deer,
soft chipmunk calls,
pathless trails,
and nothing better to do
...but to soak it all in.