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Sep 2020
And there I was hanging
Eternity beneath my feet
One handed white knuckle
One tight grip on reality

And so I wonder where
My strength comes from
And who will catch me
When I lose my grip

I never knew I could fly.
Traveler Tim
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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