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#119 I have a goal, a heart's desire to blend....to meld....accepted whole by earth and sky. Yet, though I try and try and try, birds will fly, deer must run, people shy, and babies cry. Why? Oh, why? Oh, why? Oh, why? Maybe shy attracts to shy. Maybe there's still too much I. |
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