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Nov 2020
Went through the forest and sat on a rock in the sun. There was no life there but a barking dog
I walked back through the mud
and uploaded a picture
What next
. .
I see an invisible door
I peak through
Weary and bored. Fresh air
Jay earnest
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Jay earnest  29/M/Socal
(29/M/Socal)   
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   JWolfeB and Jeremy Stacy
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