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The Mountains are my bones, the rivers my veins. The Forests are my thoughts and the stars are my dreams. The Ocean is my heart, it's ponding my pulse. The songs of the earth write the music of my soul.

The Mountains are my bones, the rivers my veins. The Forests are my thoughts and the stars are my dreams. The Ocean is my heart, it's ponding my pulse. The songs of the earth write the music of my soul.

Erin Hanson. Wow what a perfect way to capture the essence of time fleeting and slipping away.

Erin Hanson. Wow what a perfect way to capture the essence of time fleeting and slipping away.

If the essence of my being has caused a smile upon your face or a touch of joy within your heart. Then in living - I have made my mark.

If the essence of my being has caused a smile upon your face or a touch of joy within your heart. Then in living - I have made my mark.

I think it's actually my mind that wants roots and my heart wants wings; but whatever the he case...

I think it's actually my mind that wants roots and my heart wants wings; but whatever the he case...

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