Walking through them is like walking through a box of crayons. Not one alike. The crunch under your feet sounds like children calling for help. Rough yet smooth texture on the palm of your hands. The brand new smell in the air. The law of gravity brings forth the sweet tender apples lying on the blanket nature's prime time. Looking upward through a golden mist as if I could see my creator. The song they sing as the wind blows against each of them sounds like a choir on Sunday morning. The sun shining through is a call from heaven. You do not stand alone. God is with you every step of the way ,so swallow your fears.
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