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Aug 2016


Sun kissed,
this distant land
Uncharted waters drift on whispers
of solitude wishes

Soaring high,
like souls afloat on summer breezes,
my mind wafts in the beauty
that only appears in desired dreams

For as my heart does fly
on wings of mystic endeavors
and the planets align in curved formation,
this, my eternal love, seeks only her
Stephan
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Stephan  Camp Johnson Crossing NW
(Camp Johnson Crossing NW)   
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