Yesterday
We ran From the hazy gloom of reality. We played Like children Writing Our own story We chose not to believe In the flames Devouring the earth For us, There was only cool water Philosophy Books, games Oblivious to the world Yet so present. Delighting in our own existence Until night fell and we could not help But watch the flames, In awe.
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I am a conservation field worker in New Zealand. I love mountains, sunrises, river swims, barefeet, cold beer, campfires, live music and whiskey. Archives
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