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Jun 2018
I think this spider can fly.  I've heard of a web; but, his was destine to hide.  This spider would never abide.  A wanderer, with only wind to fear.  It's why he felt so free.  Nestled in the air, near a young oak tree.
Written by
Wes Brandon  30/M/Long Beach
(30/M/Long Beach)   
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