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Jan 2
I confess,
I do not know if I will make it.
The road ahead is long.
My time here is short.

I have heard
that the end of each journey
is just the start of another.
I hold these words closely
as I walk into the encroaching night.
Leocardo Reis
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Leocardo Reis  M/Canada
(M/Canada)   
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