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Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.

Henry David Thoreau

orange - Saturday, August 14, 2010 @ 3:11 PM
after the rain,
the trodden trails washed away
all that remains
the muddied remnants of regrets
where are the promises of home
- there is no home

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