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Wandering not lost because only those who choose to be lost are the ones who feel most free. Wondering not found because those who find themselves stranded on mountains peaks that steep with cliffs so brief they threaten to collapse the body with snow. But dirt tends to cling to those who dare themselves to fall hitting pine trees and mulberry bushes hearing buzzing bees and small white thrushes.
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Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 3:40 AM UTC
Men to Match My Mountains
Wandering not lost because only those who choose to be lost are the ones who feel most free. Wondering not found because those who find themselves stranded on mountains peaks that steep with cliffs so brief they threaten to collapse the body with snow. But dirt tends to cling to those who dare themselves to fall hitting pine trees and mulberry bushes hearing buzzing bees and small white thrushes.
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Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 3:40 AM UTC
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