Unformatted text preview: experience. I feel my neck warm up as the sun hits it though trees I had never noticed before. I hear the soothing breeze rustle against the grass. I see the sky and the clouds moving ever so gracefully. I get immersed in my own senses and the environment. All this while my feet carry me to my destination as if they had a mind of their own, on the always trustworthy surface of firm earth....
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- Spring '08
- new destination, Tim WestHeiss, breeze rustle, trustworthy surface