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Nov 2017
Dear Home
I have arrived at my destiny
The water here is blue
Yet the skies reflect
A deeper depth of truth
Fields, forest and hills of green
Imagine a reality
With sentient beings
And after a summer rain
The ions are charged
In the sentience brain
Life, how precious is this thing

Oh but  here
Suffering remains
And I long for the love
On the ethereal plains  
In the material-less existence
I held with you
I send you this message
From the human zoo...
Traveler Tim
HP Jan 31
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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