Psychobabble
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Some days I feel tucked under the wrong blanket.
The wrong shade of blue.
The right shade of everything else.
Did you know it would take two-thousand years of rain to refill the Great Plain aquifer back to the levels it used to be at?
The river that runs wild. The river that runs dry. Oceans. Seas. Storms. Rain. Days of grey and days of mourning. The way the wind blows. The way the leaves fall.
Nature.
Undeniably, powerfully, nature.
Today I am mountain.
Tomorrow, a volcano.
Check it out.
Watch me explode.
The wrong shade of blue.
The right shade of everything else.
Did you know it would take two-thousand years of rain to refill the Great Plain aquifer back to the levels it used to be at?
The river that runs wild. The river that runs dry. Oceans. Seas. Storms. Rain. Days of grey and days of mourning. The way the wind blows. The way the leaves fall.
Nature.
Undeniably, powerfully, nature.
Today I am mountain.
Tomorrow, a volcano.
Check it out.
Watch me explode.
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