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Feb 2015
I began wading through the snow
Along the way were barren trees, lost in life's afterglow
My thoughts slowed
I had no goal
No home
Not a soul to call my own
Nothing but a thirst for the unknown
and the breathless beauty of untouched roads
Danielle Rose
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Danielle Rose  Fall River
(Fall River)   
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