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Nov 2013
I walk between spaces,
empty spaces full
of my sorrow,
searching, searching
for 'the one' to show me
the footstones to step
upon. Meandering through
wispy clouds until he
comes and solidifies the condensation,
bringing my weary feet
upon the good
earth.
frivolous treasures
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frivolous treasures  ohio
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   Nat Lipstadt
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