Lazaro Grande
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Sitting at the edge of a bridge before looking upon the mist of the beautiful forest, a dirty lake but clear reflection just knowing what i was expecting next was mind blowing. The Ozark is a true form of nature, a nature i tend to live under before I take my last breathe of fresh breeze of curvy trees blowing the final leaves. I know this picture would satisfy my eyes of wonder, but will it arise my faith in hunger. The Ozarks, gives me a chance to see, but it also gives me a place to feel.