Musings
If I’d lived my life by what others were thinkin’, the heart inside me would’ve died
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity
Someone had to reach for the risin’ star, I guess it was up to me
Archetypal---curving stream with mallards in Autumn. In Hollidaysburg peripheral to the sixth hole at Blairmont.
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Archetypal---curving stream with mallards in Autumn. In Hollidaysburg peripheral to the sixth hole at Blairmont.
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