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Feb 2018
Thoughts of springs bursting through the side of the mountains
The patient river flowing past the banks
Full of sticks and rocks and deer prints
Idly waiting in the sun surrounded in the warm rays of sunlight
Walking through the narrow path
The dark is cut through by the golden hazy sunshine.
phie
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phie
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