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Nov 2020
There’s no one else
Id rather be tethered to
As I climb life’s mountain.
He is the wind in my sails
and the anchor that I cling to.
He is the one I turn to for guidance
The needle in my compass.
He is the earth to which Im firmly cradled
Bound by his gravity
to be vitalized by his air.
no bows only rain
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no bows only rain  26/F/Columbus, OH
(26/F/Columbus, OH)   
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