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TT and Joe’s Camp

I spent the weekend at their special place.
I relived memories she holds deep in her heart.
I felt the wind against my face and the sun on my soul.

We rode around with wild abandon through trees galore,
And on each trunk,
although we had never been their together….
I saw our names carved forevermore….a scar to symbolize what never disappears.

Invisible to the eye, but just like what you and I , and her and him share….
the heart sometimes conceals
what most expect their vision to perceive…
what is carved on the trunks of our beings….
our existence.

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