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Feb 2017
Bark of the old
pine, rough at my touch--
scented breeze.
A moment of transcendence I experienced once, alone in a state park of surpassing beauty-I could never convey in words what I experienced that day. Yet, I hope that this verse may at least in part, convey the wonder and joy of that moment.
Christian Bixler
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Christian Bixler  25/M/Colombus, GA
(25/M/Colombus, GA)   
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