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One day I go walking at dusk.
I hear the birds whistling and cold wind blowing.
Walking into the distance I follow the track.
Sometimes I leave the track for a place I can call my own
A peaceful place where I can do and say whatever I like.
No one gets in my way or tells me what to do.
Suddenly I see the lights in the sky, crystal clear,
Stars starting to appear: they sparkle in my eyes.
It’s the time when nature’s spirits are calling me,
Like a hug from Mother Nature.
Connecting and contacting me,