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Oct 2017
I see the tree
shading me
while I play
gleefully
indulging
innocent instincts.
I climb
forgetting
the lessons of
time, gravity,
and most importantly
the fact that I am not
as spry as I used to be.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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