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May 2012
I walked to the river and back.
   Something told me I should.  
I saw things I hadn't seen before.
   A dog.  A deer.  A stream.

I saw an old abandoned shack.
     It was made entirely of wood.
I walked to the shack and opened the door.
     And that was the start of my dream.
Mitchell E Walters
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Mitchell E Walters  Temecula, CA
(Temecula, CA)   
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