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Precious places, shared swatted mosquitoes, solo walks in the mountains & lakes, dead on the streets, but watching from the peaks... I scratch my skin to never forget.
Sun rises and eclipses the lonely meaningless night... so meaningful just a few hours ago.
Tear drops and closed caskets... will I forever be alone?
What do we got to look forward to these days?
We gonna have to do somethin...
Sometimes the library unveils wonders, other times just dust.
but yet and still i never fail to step into the gazebo, or the equilibrium, or the candelaria, or the word that I'm looking for and cannot seem to find, don't be afraid to be left behind; don't be scared to step out of line: you can always get back, but think about not doing that...Mary had a little Lamb....
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This is a pretty pic & if you live near this you are lucky
I admit I didn't get the poem: too deep for me & seemed kinda sad. great photo and nice page. Just a guess but I think the word you are looking for is "Seeker"
To be a seeker keeps you moving even though the journey can sometimes be very lonely & painful.
The seeker manages to keep pace with time & space and is able to endure the pain. Also the benefit is usually being on the right side of success. The price is to endure the knowledge alone.