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divagation

Cadillac Mountain, Acadia National Park, ME~Photo by Rene 2013

i
want 
to go
where your mind
wanders and find you
i haven't figured out the rest

rene ~ 2013
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  1. Brian MillerSeptember 18, 2013 at 11:38 PM

    do we ever really figure it out?
    smiles.

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  2. ruthSeptember 19, 2013 at 1:09 PM

    nice - deceptively simple

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  3. PearlSeptember 20, 2013 at 10:56 AM

    Luckily for us, when your mind wanders, you take us with you.

    Pearl

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  4. Vodka MomSeptember 20, 2013 at 8:21 PM

    and i want to go...

    but i hope to hell that i can find the way back

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