The line defines the swing from a giant oak tree. I just watch the movement and take pictures of its way in black and white today. I put a brown teddy bear in the tire. He is the one I will admire. Jubilent joy is he as he swings in a tree. He winks at me and I know possession is in that tree. Never innocent is he because he always pulls through the tree. Love is behind me and he sees everyone. A yellow buttercup he gives me. I laugh, but watch out to not giggle. He has had it this week and so I make him disappear. The grass blows in the wind and an acorn falls perfectly into my hand. Environment is the composition and light is the lines. It defines me completely, and I walk away happy.
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