March 25, 2018
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Those who chose

to wander into the quiet woods,

where the wolves howled

and the evergreens rustled,

they fell into the world of bitterness.

Those who chose the rocky mountains,

where the brown bears growled

and the air stood still,

they fell into the pit of misery.

For I chose the quiet, rocky rivers,

where the waters splashed endlessly

onto the bank and hummed to the sounds

of its soothing aura,

I fell into the grounds of balance,

where I knew I felt safe once more.

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