Five years have past five summers, with the length
Of five long winters! and again I hear
These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs
With a soft inland murmur-Once again
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
That on a wild secluded scene impress
Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect
The landscape with the quiet of the sky
The day is come when I again repose
Here, under this dark sycamore, and view
These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts,
Which at this season, with their unripe fruits,
Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves
"Mid groves and copses. Once again I see
These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines
Of sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms
Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke
Sent up, in silence, from among the trees!
With some uncertain notice, as might seem
Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods,
Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire
The Hermit sits alone.
Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey
William Wordsworth
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S I E R R A
Me, Annie and Nate are sitting in the front row of the small boxing auditorium; there are people laughing and cheering for the upcoming match. I'm feeling excited and nervous at the same time. Annie is still in her weird mood; I don't know what's up with her, but she keeps looking at Blake; he's sitting on a chair near the entrance of the boxing rink; his body and face covered by a red silk robe.
I look back at Annie and watch as she glares at my boyfriend.
What the hell is going on?
I find my leg bouncing, out of habit, when I glance down and quickly stop it. Blake looks at me and smiles softly before he stands up and quickly makes his way towards me. He looks extremely attractive with that robe rapped loosely around him; a pair of tight shorts are gripping on him but the rest of him is bare, apart from the boots and socks he's wearing, "Hey baby." He says enthusiastically as he leans in close to me; I take in his scent. He smells like mint. I smile widely at him before quickly kissing him, "You look hot." I tease. He laughs at my words, "You're one to talk." He says before whistling lowly, checking me out openly.
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