…I will remember you In the space between thoughts. That’s where the night weaves a dream That’s where the earth kisses the dawn That’s where the dewdrops come alive…
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See All…I am the kind of wanderer who stops to smell the wild flowers on the boughs and feel the moss on the bark The kind of wanderer Who dips her feet in the stream And tosses droplets in the air The
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