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Jan 24
Behind every tree
An eye watches
The hand of doubt
Hesitantly reaches
While quickly pulling back
To many eyes to count

You and I
Seek the gleam of
Eye to eye contact
Open curtains
Exchange of smiles
But we haven’t seen that
No, not in a coronavirus mile!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
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Traveler  58/M/Traverse City Mi.
(58/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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