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Jul 28
You can’t see the light
when you’re hiding in darkness
I’ve had my share of
chaotic recurrence.
The path of peace
leads to the light.
I’m not afraid that I might
be missing something
out of my sight.
No big deal
my life is still a thrill!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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