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Feb 10
That door is closed and even the road has nowhere to go
no guide or map to take me riding into hills and skies
of rainbow pastures, the ones we saw last year.
Still I dream the trees have arms for me
they catch me when I go running faster.
CA Guilfoyle
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CA Guilfoyle  F/Portland, OR -Tucson, AZ
(F/Portland, OR -Tucson, AZ)   
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