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Mar 2017
air as fish's breath, so
we rest under eaves--
wet feet
A memory of sheltering from the rain under the low hanging branches of the trees while hiking the Appalachian trail.
Christian Bixler
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Christian Bixler  26/M/Athens, GA
(26/M/Athens, GA)   
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