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To sit down to an amazing meal after a long journey Giving thanks aloud to the Heavenly chef New wines, not old enough to foment Platters spiral outward from the center of the room
My body's aching stuck in this rut. I'm wanting windows to open instead doors slam shut. I live a life that can be taken away so easily it can be stripped from my soul. Yet I still trek on living as day to day.
We travel across the ancient land along emptiness and desert sand Searching for riches and for gold From stories our ancestors told Travelers since the day of birth in search for gems of the earth
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