Disconnected

Summary: Just summing up my week in the York moors. Its such bliss not to rely on technology and vehicles, and be cut off from the world.
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No satellite to connect me
Only common sense to protect me
A compass to direct me
Insects try to infect me

In the end our memories are black and white
In the end I’m just black and white

Pineapple hair, amuse me
Fording streams, enthuse me
Butterfly in flight, bemuse me
Everything, defuse me

In the end our memories are black and white
In the end I’m just black and white

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