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Oct 2013
She was one of the
Mountain Raven People
Who ruled the days of old
Messengers of the spirit realm
Who had taken corporeal form
And bound themselves to the
Laws of our natural world
These beautiful beings lived
High upon the mountain where
No human being had ever climbed
Humans worshipped them and
Called them gods
She's always been with me
She has always been mine
In and out of time, every time
I live she lives with me
There can be no end to us…
A recurring dream...
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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