discovering moments of myself
there will arrive a day when i will run these streets once more; a return
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- walking through the fields of the new york surf fi...
- day dark as coffee is sweet as a nut
- i found alice in an elevator and we ran through th...
- ask senor leon; ask him on a Sunday
- welcome to the corners
- this is the land of pieces
- two wheeled conversation on the path to shared energy
- henry, i do not know what you think. falling from ...
- where the elephants turn windmills and fiery giraf...
- el rey leon himself; pumpkin
- lets head to the farm. lets put our feet in the ri...
- surfery machine member dev-mastah senor guitar; re...
- in a red land the pure smells of morning i enjoy
- apple rivers flow from garden greens and flying el...
- river banks i wonder. i wander
- held inside that setting sun; i will return
- water gazing; a lion resides in this place
- i looked into the face of time and shook hands wit...
- simplify
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