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All the colors…


Hiking is my know?

Just me and the clear blue sky.

Treaded boots…tromp over I watch white clouds swirl by.

Pitching a tent...building a, in survival-mode,

Breaking-down sky turns to gold...leaving this lonesome abode.

The journey (though harsh)...conditions oysters on a platter,

Harmony, peace...I CAN BREATHE..and color doesn't matter.

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