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Feb 2017
Along the lake
refuse floats at waters edge;
yet still birds sing.
There is much so, for which we may weep; yet there remains still light.
Christian Bixler
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Christian Bixler  25/M/Colombus, GA
(25/M/Colombus, GA)   
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