Green and Black's

Forward to Horizon

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The smell of sunbaked grasses and the warmth of the sun is sort of like my other self. I live through the good things in nature that I can see and smell and touch. If I'm not at school or working somewhere I am in the woods, or if I'm restless I'll be stiding up the hillside. "Where's Claire?" my ma asks. "Walking probably." My siblings answer. They're right most of the time. I just like to be outside without any noise from the freeway or in a building...I guess I'm more like the wild animals I watch when I'm out there than anything. I don't have to think, I just feel. I just go forward through the trees and fresh pacific air. I think I'll always follow the horizon.