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Sep 2020
What does it mean to see a door if i don't wake can i crack it more to peek bright light within. Step through and see trees so tall and waters clear. Each little pool an ocean. rivers bubbling down over rocks in little whirls. Roots so deep they are in another world.  Soft sand between my toes and mystery ahead. I shouldn't speak of what I see for its for the dead.
Derrick
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Derrick  36/M/California
(36/M/California)   
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