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for years I have given field maps and guided tours to travelers seeking adventure and yet I have never explored for myself the epidermal greatness that protects bones, my, blood, my organs each freckle, a landmark of monumental proportion yet one is no greater than the other (except for the one on my left collar bone, that one is my favorite) each scar, a canyon with secrets to share with those brave enough to venture down into I need not compass, nor backpack all I need is to get completely and utterly lost (in myself) -
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Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC
step one: loving myself by getting lost
for years I have given field maps and guided tours to travelers seeking adventure and yet I have never explored for myself the epidermal greatness that protects bones, my, blood, my organs each freckle, a landmark of monumental proportion yet one is no greater than the other (except for the one on my left collar bone, that one is my favorite) each scar, a canyon with secrets to share with those brave enough to venture down into I need not compass, nor backpack all I need is to get completely and utterly lost (in myself) -
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Feb 8, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC
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