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Jun 2012
The road is flat
winding itself around the hills
following an unknown path
once laid out by those who came before
twisting around the green, lusheous, fruitful hills
that never seem to end
where does the road lead
when will I get there
yet we follow on
leaving dusty trails to destinations unknown
Pamela Loykowski
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Pamela Loykowski
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   Gaby Comprés
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