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Meadows of Freedom by ~krull10:iconkrull10:

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Meadows of Freedom

Watch her as she strolls, feeling the warm sun on her skin without a care,
The heads of grain bow before her as the breeze gently brushes her hair.

Scents of summer titillate her senses teasing them with newfound pleasure,
Gentle grasses beneath her feet create an appreciation for newfound treasures.

Meandering as she takes this in, time loses all meaning in this paradise of peace,
Kept inhibited for so long by the mores in life- she now gives way to sweet release.

Her hands touch the grain as if seeing it for the first time- experiencing to the full,
Inside her spirit is connected to this moment, awakened, alive; feeling nature’s pull.

So many things to touch, to taste, to see- in coming to the meadow her heart is made free.
©2008-2009 ~krull10
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the carefree beauty of one freed from all cares
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=whydoidothiseveryday:iconwhydoidothiseveryday: May 15, 2008, 11:16:37 AM
haha i could not read this without thinking of other connotations, or innuendos maybe, this could easily relate to having sex, but yeah, i am sure it isn't :bonk:
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~krull10:iconkrull10: May 15, 2008, 12:33:59 PM
Actually this one is not – but I wrote in response to a photo manip. Of a lady walking through a wheat field completely nude, artistic more than sexual thanks for the comment!

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To know oneself, one should assert oneself. Psychology is action, not thinking about oneself. We continue to shape our personality all our life. If we knew ourselves perfectly, we should die. ~ Albert Camus, 1913-1960
=Out-Of-Spite:iconOut-Of-Spite: May 16, 2008, 7:50:20 AM
Lovely connection. You should link the picture in your comments because I want to see if it mateches the images in my mind ;)

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~krull10:iconkrull10: May 16, 2008, 7:52:50 AM
If I can ever find it…it’s in a blog on my myspace, send me a request there, and I have a friend who manages my myspace since I cannot access it, I can be sure you’re added though : :hug:

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To know oneself, one should assert oneself. Psychology is action, not thinking about oneself. We continue to shape our personality all our life. If we knew ourselves perfectly, we should die. ~ Albert Camus, 1913-1960
=Out-Of-Spite:iconOut-Of-Spite: May 16, 2008, 8:22:01 AM
I already requested you as a friend a while ago... RIGHT AFTER you said you were going to stop using it lol

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~*~We Survive What We Can't Change~*~
:blackrose:Regrets are mistakes you don't learn from:blackrose:
Surrender to the Truth: [link]
Believe the Lie: [link]
~krull10:iconkrull10: May 16, 2008, 8:29:17 AM
Oh ok, I’ll ask them to approve it then. I don’t use it, but everyone wants it up so I can have someone post poems for me from time to time. I’ll get ‘em right on it :hug:

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To know oneself, one should assert oneself. Psychology is action, not thinking about oneself. We continue to shape our personality all our life. If we knew ourselves perfectly, we should die. ~ Albert Camus, 1913-1960
=Out-Of-Spite:iconOut-Of-Spite: May 16, 2008, 8:31:35 AM
alright :)

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~*~We Survive What We Can't Change~*~
:blackrose:Regrets are mistakes you don't learn from:blackrose:
Surrender to the Truth: [link]
Believe the Lie: [link]
~krull10:iconkrull10: May 16, 2008, 9:29:04 AM
said they would do it for me during lunch, they can access it from their job lol

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To know oneself, one should assert oneself. Psychology is action, not thinking about oneself. We continue to shape our personality all our life. If we knew ourselves perfectly, we should die. ~ Albert Camus, 1913-1960
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