There’s A Hair In My Dirt
[2023-03-22 23:35:54]
A man like Harriet, my dirt has hair, Larson expresses human instincts, he struggles in nature, he knows it all. In fact, we have only just begun. As a "higher" species, in the sense that we can speak in words, we will control impossible species: a diverse world as a whole. In order to achieve this goal, we influence the environment and its biology in a variety of ways, whether beneficial or harmful. Considering ourself as a "higher" life, we tend to ignore the vastness of the world around us; we are biodiversity of the whole life and our true meaningless and no I will not turn my eyes to meaningful people.
So, if you find yourself on ancient unpaved roads, you see squatting on the old dirt road on the wind when the sun is bathed in the air winds in the wind When it smiled and saw the glow of the sky. Do not worry, maybe it makes a castle in the sky with only my head in the clouds.
Those summers include my purest childhood memories. Running barefoot and shaving his knees on an unpaved road, the thorns caught my aunt's neighborhood hair in the forest, was playing for hours with buckets, earth, and several sticks. I am a country princess, I find dirty things, chasing bugs, climbing trees and entertaining my 15 year old brother with my playful attitude. There is a huge tree in front of the house, the rope is shaking next to a beautiful old sour apple tree. Apples on the ground usually have small brown pocket marks. When you pierce them with a branch, a worm may come out. However, the trees are small, round, refreshing, juicy and have facial wrinkles. Because I tend to eat them, I will ask my father for me for me. I like the way my cheeks are caught and stabbed when I chew.
Please stay in my hair, dirt in my hands, glacier water above my lips. Let me in the wild. The tree was sung, I slept and the window opened. When the coyote cried the prey, the brook drowned me. In my bed I pray, but for the sake of the wild I will never do. I prayed for the way children prayed. So there was not any change, then everything changed. I forgot how it will be and I remember who it is. Lack of work, selfishness, and self-reduction, less than I am. Solo in the concrete jungle. Firefly was alone in the night sky, no one was looking at it anymore, so the flame disappeared and all disappeared.
A few weeks after I cut my hair, I took a bus to Paris Island for a 13 week training session. I do not know anything about taking care of my hair. It's always dry, continuous perspiration, heat, sand and dirt entering it is not good for my hair. All I know is spraying water to replenish the water. Before I got to my first work place, this continued until the training camp and further training. During naval training, I had some hair care products, and I did not realize that my hair did not go very well until after. When I got to work I was shocked by Africans. It's too small to put a hairpin or do other things, but it's too big to watch out for. I was often pulled aside and asked me to do something with my hair. Someone asked me once, "Why do not you give a perm?" I hurried.