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"A BLIND BOY'S JOURNEY FOR A DAY, THAT WILL LAST A LIFETIME"

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YOU FIND YOURSELF BLIND AT 14 YEARS OLD, YOU CAN'T SEE ANYTHING, SO YOU AND A AUNT HEAD OUT FOR A GREAT DAY...

YOU ARE TOLD THERE ARE SNOW CAPPED MOUNTAINS, AND TRAIN TRACKS SILENT...

I ASK MY AUNT TOO TAKE AND SHOW ME, HELP ME FEEL, THE BLUE AND RED FLUFFY CLOUDS, AND THE ENDLESS ROAD THAT TURNS INTO A V...

THE COLOR'S ARE ALSO ORANGE, RED, GREEN HUES, YELLOW TOMORROWS...

THE CLOUDS PUFFY WHITE, STILL.... WITH WISPS OF WHITE STREAKS...

RAILROAD TRACKS AND MOUNTAIN CAPS, GREEN AS THE GROUND IS ALIVE, FRESH VEGETATION, THE SUN BREAKING INTO THE CLOUDS AND BEYOND THEM...

MOUNTAINS AFTER MOUNTAINS, SKY RED... BLUE & PINK......

PEACE FULL...

I ASK MY AUNT WHAT DOES THE ROAD LOOK LIKE IT FEELS REALLY SMOOTH, SHE SAID IT'S A FRESHLY NEW PAVED BLACKTOP WITH BRIGHT YELLOW LINES, AFTER LINE, THAT CUTS IT'S WAY THROUGH THE DESERT TODAY...

TAKE ME TO THE BEACH, SO I CAN FEEL THE SUN ON MY FACE AND I CAN HEAR THE WAVES HITTING THE ROCKS, AFTER WE ARRIVE AND I SIT TOO LISTEN, SHE HELPS ME UP TO THE WATERS EDGE TOO FEEL THE FOAMINESS THAT WAS CREATED FROM THE WAVES CRASHING INTO THE ROCKS...

LEAD ME TO THE PINK FLOWERS, SO I CAN SMELL THE SWEETNESS, I CAN SMELL THE SALT IN THE AIR...

LET ME FEEL THE SAND BETWEEN MY TOES AND THE WARMTH OF THAT SAND, AS A WAVE WASHES OVER MY FEET...

PLEASE TAKE ME TO THE COUNTRY IN THE FALL, SO YOU CAN SHOW ME THE FALL FOLIAGE AT IT'S PEAK...
LETTING ME KNOW WHAT COLORS ARE A ROUND...

THE BRIGHT HALLOWEEN ORANGES, THAT WILL LEAD YOU THROUGH THE COUNTRYSIDE...

TAKE MY HAND AND LEAD ME TO A BARREN GREY TREE, SO I CAN FEEL IT'S BARK...

TAKE ME TO THE FORREST, WHERE THE REDWOODS ARE TALLER THAN MOST SKY SCRAPERS, SO I CAN SMELL AND HEAR THE FORREST'S EVIDENT SMELLS AND WRAP MY ARMS AROUND A SMALLER TREE TO FEEL THE BEAUTY, BEFORE MY EYE'S...

PUT ME IN A WHEAT FIELD AND LET ME FEEL THE BREEZE MOVE AROUND THE TALL WHEAT, GUIDE MY HAND UP A STALK UNTIL I HAVE REACHED THE TOP, SO I CAN FEEL THE BUD FALL APART IN MY HANDS...

I AM SURE YOU CAN HELP ME SEE AND FEEL BEAUTY, OF MOTHER EARTH...

YOU TELL ME THERE IS A OLD THIN LINE OF BARBED WIRE FENCE, YOU GUIDE MY HAND GINGERLY SO I CAN FEEL IT, YET NOT GET HURT...

LET ME TOUCH A ROCK, THAT TRAVELS DOWN A STEEP EMBANKMENT INTO A GORGE THAT YOU TELL ME IS BEYOND THE RAILING, SO I CAN PICTURE IN MY EYE'S THE DEPTH AND THE LAYOUT BEFORE ME, THIS ALSO TELLS ME WHAT A MOUNTAIN FEELS LIKE...

TAKE ME IN A CANOE THROUGH THE SWAMPS, SO I CAN QUICKLY FEEL THE PEA PEBBLES ON THE WATERS SURFACE AND THE WEEDS...

LETS END OUR TIME TOGETHER ON THE BEACH, WITH 1 PALM TREE OF THE SUN SETTING, YET NOT FORGETTING YOU TELL ME OFF A FOGGY ALMOST ERIE LOOKING RAILROAD TRACKS THAT DISAPPEAR A ROUND A BEND IN THE TRACKS...

WE GO BACK HOME AND YOU PULL OUT OF THE FREEZER A BAG OF SNOW, YOU ALLOW ME TO FEEL THE SNOW AS IT MELTS IN MY HANDS, NOW MY IMAGINATION KICKS IN TO VISUALIZE THAT SNOW COVERED MOUNTAIN CAPS...

YOU NEXT TAKE MY HAND AND PUT IT NEAR A CANDLE FLAME SO I CAN FEEL THE WARMTH OF IT AND KNOW THE CLOSER MY HAND GETS THE HOTTER IT FEELS, THAT IS THE COLOR RED...

AT THE OCEAN MY INSTINCTS WILL TELL ME MUCH AS YOU TAKE ME TO THE PINK FLOWERS TO FEEL IT AND SMELL THE ABUNDANCE OF IT'S SOUL...

YOU PUT IN MY HANDS MANY LEAVES AND EXPLAIN THE COLORS I ONCE HAD SEEN...

WHEN I FEEL THE BARK OF THAT BARREN GREY LOOKING TREE, I REACH UP AND FEEL NO LEAVES, YET YOU TELL ME THEY ARE VERY HIGH UP...

AH THE REDWOODS, THE FORREST'S SMELL, THE ANIMALS TALKING, OR QUITE AS A MOUSE...

MY AUNT GRABS A BAG OF FROZEN PEAS OUT OF THE FREEZER, AS SHE OPENS THE BAG I FEEL HOW SMALL THEY ARE, I REMEMBER THE COLOR GREEN AS A KID, I DID NOT LIKE VEGGIES VERY MUCH, THIS IS WHAT I FELT IN THE CANOE...

THE BLUE AND RED FLUFFY CLOUDS, MY AUNT HANDS ME SOME COTTON BALLS, TO ALLOW ME TO FEEL THE TEXTURE, SHE TELLS ME THAT IS HOW THE FLUFFY CLOUDS WOULD FEEL LIKE IN THE BLUE SKY, SAME COLOR AS WATER AND I REMEMBER THE RED FROM THE CANDLE...

THAT DAY MY AUNT ALLOWED MY HEART TO FEEL, FOR WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE TO SEE AGAIN, MY SOUL WAS ENRICHED, AND MY HEART WAS FILLED WITH MUCH LOVE AND GRATITUDE...



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