I love the smell of pine, the crisp tart of it mixing with the scent of dewy grass.
Sunday morning it’s plentiful if you live in the mountains.
Maybe if I lived in the mountains, I could douse my body in the clean air.
I could breathe it into my lungs and swallow the woods down with it.
Maybe that would subdue my yearning for adventure for a while . Maybe it would curb my cravings but I doubt it …
Dawning Creations 
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