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to the land, to the sea it talked to me, showed me another version of myself lying in the flow of the creek; adrift I watched on log covered in moss; “Who is that.. and where is he going?” I wondered Off the cliff of Silent Waterfall; heavy misty rain on the way down will he land in world of dreams? To glorious to even comprehend? Or was it just a splash at the bottom? And his spirit kept flowing until he fell ashore the beauty of life and it’s **** question we’ll never know until we know
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Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 12:10 AM UTC
the beauty of life and its **** question
to the land, to the sea it talked to me, showed me another version of myself lying in the flow of the creek; adrift I watched on log covered in moss; “Who is that.. and where is he going?” I wondered Off the cliff of Silent Waterfall; heavy misty rain on the way down will he land in world of dreams? To glorious to even comprehend? Or was it just a splash at the bottom? And his spirit kept flowing until he fell ashore the beauty of life and it’s **** question we’ll never know until we know
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Oct 6, 2025 at 12:10 AM UTC
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