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Nov 2014
Howling winds capture the heart of many lost souls. Wandering the wilderness as if to find a home. Only to seek twigs. Twigs that form houses, soon a city, many towns. Lost in a world that had just been created. Thought he'd feel as though he ran to the place he belonged. Truth is he didn't know where to start, how to end. All that was clear that a place that he longed for wasn't this one. One a journey to discover what lies deep within.

He just didn't know where to begin.
Grace Graham
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