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May 2016
Lovers winding through anomalous trails of mossy green forests
Sweet wisteria trees blossom on a brisk spring morning
They are dew drops born from the same storm cloud
split only to meet again
They slip through the cracks of the earth
Dampened and musky soil
...See how the flowers of the field grow...
lucid
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lucid  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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     Rose, GaryFairy and JL
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