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May's Majesty
A short excerpt from my personal journal:
May 1.
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The Dream (Revised)
As the late afternoon sky cleared over Gilmanton, I descended down the hillside.
The only thing to betray my presence were the sunken footprints I left behind. -
A garden analogy
Boredom is quite a curious thing.
It frustratingly tills away at the head,
Yet from it new ideas start to spring
Like flowers in a fertile bed -
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The Sunset
The sun leaves behind another day.
But today was different. -
