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Jan 2015
Snow caps gleam like lighthouse beams
to a drifting vessel, all alone
the sights I see in all my dreams
now, I am coming home

the forest floor beckons me more
than concrete streets, hard as stone
what's in store, more than before
finding dreams on my own
GaryFairy
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GaryFairy  54/M/Cleveland, Ohio
(54/M/Cleveland, Ohio)   
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