Along dusty road
a snail states slow down and breathe
lined by Cypress Pine
There's a storm outside
There's a storm outside
hiding my thoughts from the world
my guilty pleasure
hiding my thoughts from the world
my guilty pleasure
The first sound of spring
The first sound of spring
as I walk the streets at night
the croaking of frogs
as I walk the streets at night
the croaking of frogs
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