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Mar 2018
I don't travel much,
but when I do,
the absence of
omnipresent,
immovable
mountain ranges
always
disturbs
me.
I miss the
calming, cool blues and greens
that frame
my world,
and feel
e   x   p   o   s   e   d
without them.
But they welcome me
home
with
a sure embrace
each time.
Written by
Mary-Rose H
488
     R Jerry, ---, --- and -A-
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