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Jun 2021
We assume many things
that are often incorrect...

We take things personal
when it isn’t intentional...

Broken contacts in an emotional construct
it's a wonder we fine love...

Life is a dream!
We are artist of our own reality
So why do we dream about suffering?
It's nobodies fault we're alive
I dream my love is as big as the sky!
Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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