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Apr 2014
I look for kindred,
I look for my kind,
I taste the air,
I walk among the streets,
I use my nose and my feet,
I see all that is before me,
I reach out and bring all closer,
I use my eyes and my hands,
I turn my head as sounds abound,
   rebound and echo, such a delight,
   finding my kind, the humankind.
Ottar
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Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
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