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Apr 2021
Early every morning
when my mind is one
my body is drawn
towards the sun

I take to my feet
across the lawn
into the woods
life can't go wrong

down through the swamp
I move real swift
up the rocky ridge
to the eastern cliff

I reach my goal
in solitude
I stretch my body
and the energy rules

in an even flow
with all that is
and so...
every morning
I experience bliss!
Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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