THE WILDER-NESS

The wilder-ness where I love to roam a solitary place where I call home ........A place that lets my mind run free and dream of a world I would love to see...Like the creachers that live truely free rather they live on the ground or in a tree they always respect each other why can;t we.......Yes the wilder-ness is my sacuary you see it protects me from the outside world and the pain it brings me ......The wilder-ness is like a parent taking care of its child it will feed you house you and give you reson to smile ....So when my time has come and ST.Peter ask me where was my favorit place to be I would have to reply it was the wilder-ness for me .....

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