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Mar 2017
As I write this now, I feel memories
rush back from the good old days.
The days when things came easily to us,
when we had not reached rock bottom.
We walked the earth like two careless spirits
looking for a new pathway home.
Now that we are separated,
all that keeps us close is a single letter.
A letter to a friend,
a letter to you.
New Age Traveller
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New Age Traveller  Canada
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