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Oct 16
Cutting through the thickets
Where no path was ever laid
I struggle to fine my footing
The sky has now turn grey

Jagged rocks guide my steps
Through thistles andΒ thorny ******
A familiar force within me dives
Struggling to stay alive

I wrestle with the landscape
Until I reach the clearing
There the maple spread its branches
Falling leaves to soften the ground
And so I sleep another
Thousand years...
Traveler Tim

I actually take my dogs out for a walk through landscape just like this out back of my home.
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Traveler  58/M/Traverse City Mi.
(58/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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