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Aug 2019
Weep not for the forest of my loneliness, for I am surrounded with branches of inspiration.

Woe not for the canopy that casts darkness, for friendly shadows are all I choose to see.  

Fret not for the rooted path of my existence, for in the woods is the only time I'm truly free...


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B D Caissie  48/M/Canada 🇨🇦
(48/M/Canada 🇨🇦)   
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