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We are much more than the pain that is written in our past.
When you're cloaked in a pall of gloom
Life seems bland with colours gone
The little flower in her humble bloom
Will say she's there you aren't alone.
The flower won't ever let you feel alone.
The speed of light matters little,
even from its initial burst.
It changes not the basic fact
that the darkness got there first.
A little philosophical thinking!
Dear friends, I miss you all!

I am no longer online to be snagged by lure,
AI no longer has a spell on me.
Deep in nature is where I seek my cures,
off the grid I'm finally free.

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Traveler Tim
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