Date: 11/19/2010

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A tree holds her strength, the breeze her frustrations, she walks on dirt worn down by anger, thunderstorms play, in the dust of her wake, always striding, towards the next mountain, knowing just beyond, she'll feel the warmth, sun on her shoulders, she smiles to the sky, knowing the answers, all she ever needs to know, are all around her....


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