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November 2, 2015April 11, 2017

Alone in this world,
I set forth on my journey.
Let the trumpets sound!
Let the percussionist play!
I will rise to meet this storm.

Posted in: Poetry | Tagged: bluster, ego, journey, travel, traveling

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