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Oct 2014
My soul is a wandering, weary thing
Fickle by nature with no sign of slowing down,
It thrusts me into breathless danger,
But innocence is no longer blind.
All problems, heartaches and adventure directly stem from our inner most being. We can not change it so we must just follow it and have faith it will guide us.
Western Wildflower
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Western Wildflower  San Diego
(San Diego)   
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   Seher Seven
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