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There he was in all his loner glory as we drove down through the mountains South towards L.A. The heron isn't solid and stable like these ancient arching stones He, of course, reminded me of you Full on airy dreams, other places to be And just like you He'd soon spread those fine feathered wings and be gone on his way
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Apr 2, 2022
Apr 2, 2022 at 8:22 PM UTC
White Heron in fields of purple and gold
There he was in all his loner glory as we drove down through the mountains South towards L.A. The heron isn't solid and stable like these ancient arching stones He, of course, reminded me of you Full on airy dreams, other places to be And just like you He'd soon spread those fine feathered wings and be gone on his way
Peace to you, lost one
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Apr 2, 2022
Apr 2, 2022 at 8:22 PM UTC
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