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Aug 2013
The mountains once surrounding me
Were pushed away.
Melting snow leaving puddles at my feet.

You moved mountains for me.

And trekked through the icy lake
To stand by me.

And even though we stood there,
Clouds came down to us
And carried us away.

To a Fantasy?
To a Dream?

Either way,
I have YOU, Darling.

Now, everything is here.
The New Kestrel
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The New Kestrel
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