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Dec 2016
The sun sets
The world goes quiet
My sight clears with the fading light

Leading steps
A familiar path
I forget what I leave behind...

The trees whisper among themselves as I walk along, going nowhere in particular. At last, I come across a familiar gate.

creeeeak

It's always a pleasure.
This time it's bells.
Darkly
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Darkly  28/M/Wisconsin
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