September 2, 2012
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Beneath my feet,
a rocky trail lies.
Trees surround me,
they seem to reach to the highest of heights.
the sun peaks through,
cracks in the branches.

The path fades away.
hesitantly I step.
The path that guided me is gone.
My heart falls,
along with my legs,
that seem to be knee deep
in curiosity.

Without a destination.
Wondering is the way of the forest.
Why the destination
when the journey is the

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