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I look to the horizon

I see the places you’ve been

I see the traces of

the life you lived

left in the photographs

hanging on the walls.

Alone we are

traveling this life

looking for something

that has no name,

we take comfort

whenever it may be found,

and we keep our eyes open

waiting to find that something

we’ve never seen before.

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