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Nov 2017
One is born again every day,
and every afternoon and sunrise.

And the dreams come and sometimes,
stay with us, but they must leave,
because there are other travelers and they are in need as well.

We leave and return to other paths, yes
This is the endless aroma of life,
of our sunrises and our sunsets.

The heart of this trip reminds us,
that each person has their own itinerary
and the best we can do,
is being an illumination for them,
never obstacle or darkness to their trips.
oscarlevi
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oscarlevi  55/M/Saint Paul,MN
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