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Mar 2017
My thoughts come together while viewing the purple sky.
Gusts of wind rattle the cold windows I pass by.
Lights bleed through the trees from far over yonder
Cant help but explore the streets that leave me to wander.
New Age Traveller
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New Age Traveller  Canada
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