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the highs and lows
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..perched on distant reflective peaks
dark storm clouds whisper...
and so it begins....
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To my best friend
Who made me a father
Saved me from becoming someone I'd never want to be.
You have always been there
And will, to the end.
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The observation post had come to be my second home, the shallow ditch now molded to the silhouette of my body. From where, 12 hours a day I surveyed, ..
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The hide out had come to be my second home, the shallow ditch now molded to the silhouette of my body. From where, 12 hours a day I surveyed, fed and ..
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I rested the bike up against the out shed then crouching low and set the heavy pack down on the dirt. My position was out of sight from both theaccess..
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Like salted snails, clandestine and reflective we crowd,
In lingering queues, making the exchange,
Belongings weighed, conveyored they go,
Issued t..
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We began, insignificant, born to early times,
Nomadic, living to every season,
Natural wonders becoming spirit gods.
In time, unannounced, slight..
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On this native beach I see,
The strangest vessel so near to me,
I make a weapon out of stone,
To protect those who may be thrown,
Gather ..
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