24/19
5 hours ago
We are at this moment, fellow pilgrim, treading on the boulders of this hill upon weathered rocks and rotting roots to smell a whiff of nature’s scent or to spot footprints on molten lava.
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3 comments:
Salem, This is for you, Click Me
I have been trying to comment on your lovely piggyback poem, but the comment thingy doesnt seem to be working.Love the poem - is that you in the photo????
@ TUG, Oh, thanks a lot. That is kind of you!
@ KOKO, seems there was a problem. Thanks for your comment. And about the person in the photo, no, it is not me. It was a random photo in the internet. :)
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