Wasn’t sure where this should go…
The cascading sounds of water flowing downstream, over the rocks on a mission.
To fulfill its calling, undeterred, unhindered, unimpeded.
Far be it for me to impose and take a serving of solace from this place, but I must.
Being connected is toxic, draining and hazardous to my health.
The actions that I am taking is far greater than mere insertion, it is soul survival and self preservation of the highest order.
Being here is medicinal… Healing the fractured confines of my psyche.
As I download my burdens and drown them in the currents, I rejoice in their end.
Shun P. Writes... dot com 
Good morning my friend. Your nature posts always make me smile.
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Thank you Emersen. To be able to elict any response, is a honor.
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