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A stranger once told me

I had an old soul -

but every writer knows the two

walk hand in hand

because to write is to see,

a world that is imperfectly perfect,

it is to walk,

through the fog

into real and not real

and it is to fall

through the chosen paths

and create

one

of

your

own.

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