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Apr 2019
Explorers of the tundras.
Wanderers of a higher purpose,
Bearing the throes of a million winters,
Carrying the flame as the others retreated within their burrows.

In darkness we see no night.

Deep within nature's deadfall lies another sunrise,
Another day in search of a memory.

Who knows what they'll find?
Roses Are Bed
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Roses Are Bed  21/DFW
   Mystic River
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