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The cool wind was a delightful touch. Gentle, upon my face. I walk when I am lost. Ultimately, I just want to find a way somewhere, surprising. Every time, I come home temporarily soothed, and collected. Observably more inspired. Yet I am still lost. Now more than ever lacking a purpose. Tomorrow, I may walk even longer.
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Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
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The cool wind was a delightful touch. Gentle, upon my face. I walk when I am lost. Ultimately, I just want to find a way somewhere, surprising. Every time, I come home temporarily soothed, and collected. Observably more inspired. Yet I am still lost. Now more than ever lacking a purpose. Tomorrow, I may walk even longer.
© Danny Mak 2016
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Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
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