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β Khalil Gibran
The smell of moist earth and lilacs hung in the air like wisps of the past and hints of the future.
Margaret Millar
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rest your head on my chest when the world feels heavy on you.
Saadi Youssef, tr. by Sinan Antoon & Peter Money, from Nostalgia, My Enemy; "Undead nature"
[Text ID: "So wait for me, / we will meet / where the fog is blue / in the morning."]
Early 50's male from the northeast. If your blog is blank or has no description of who you're, then don't attempt to follow. You will be blocked. What you'll find here is what intrigues my mind and stimulates my soul, nature, athletics, humor, solitude, and sometimes NSFW, just to list a few. Dont be shy to ask questions. I won't bite unless you're into that, lol. I love the outdoors and spending time alone.
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