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Laying down the masks of yesterday
The sorrow of loss of someone once loved, the brushing wind against the cheek, the rushing waters tumbling over rocks unmoved by time. The rain pouring hard against the windshield of my Silver Ghost Cruiser gives me pause ... at times I prefer the biting and bitter cold pushing and forcing me to gasp and breathe deeply and feel the cold winter air make my eyes water stinging my lungs as I FEEL what I lost. To forget to not remember that one day this will be but a drop in the river as it finds a way to forge a new path.
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Laying down the masks of yesterday
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