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| Forest Trail |
Looking for that certain something, fixed upon that find
To all else around me, my eyes are growing blind
For one irritating grain of sand I fear I missed the shore
And for a single star that night, the galaxy was no more
So I stop to look back down, the path from whence I came
And all I see is beautiful, where once was only pain
I have this sinking feeling that's helping me to climb
Now every step is precious and looking back, sublime
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke
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| Path under water |
This was a very interesting and different perspective: Genetic Entropy (Dr. Sanford)
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| Great find, Lily and nice pics |
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| With whom I share the trail |
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