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Jul 2023
Please don’t fall back to sleep,
I pray the gods this road to keep.
I travel on through a life of snow,
the heavens shines the moon aglow.
There beneath my weary aging feet
the crush of snow two foot deep.
A racing breath of frozen air
it’s so good to be
alive out here!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
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Traveler  61/M/Traverse City Mi.
(61/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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