Remember the Wild

Remember when we ran wherever the wild called our names?

We slept like wild-things on red rock under a blanket of stars, while the crickets chirped and the coyotes cried to the moon.

The Earth was our mother, and she kept us intoxicated on the magic of youth.

We kept our hair tangled and our feet bare.

We beat our chests with dirty fists, while the taste of Jasmine danced on our tongues.

Life was sweet, and we were limitless and free.

Β© J.G.

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