I'm away again,
catching up with other wandering souls.
The weight of air resting upon my shoulders.
I lose track of time,
my most favourite thing to do.
A whisper of light,
of life.
A silent breeze cuts through,
the grass before the sun has awoke,
the world is mine to take home.
Now to Yellowstone, bye NYC see you next year x
catching up with other wandering souls.
The weight of air resting upon my shoulders.
I lose track of time,
my most favourite thing to do.
A whisper of light,
of life.
A silent breeze cuts through,
the grass before the sun has awoke,
the world is mine to take home.
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| Central Park Beginning of Fall... |
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| Romance... |
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| Top of the World... |
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| That Time They Painted Me on a Building... |
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| Red Balloon... |
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| That Time I Bought a Cowgirl Hat in NYC... |
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| When Nature Prevails... |
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| Brooklyn Loves Barclays... |
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| That Time I Had a Sundae for Breakfast... |
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| Tiny Bar East Village... |
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| Wanderlust... |
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| Still my Favourite Place in the World... |
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| That Time I Bought a Pound of Gummie Bears... |
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| Two Years After College at NYU we Meet Again, He's a Good Old Chap |
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| Travelled from Australia for This Pizza, Bless You Roberta's |
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