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Feb 2016
An ever-winding road,
Breaking into distant stars.
A drift of milky white.
And the vast emptiness ahead.
Walking among the ancients;
Nothing touches the wall.
Hope, lost to the wind -
You'll be alright -
At least for now.

It's darkest before dawn.
Adrija
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Adrija  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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