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Here I find myself
in Canterbury Forest, Where the ravens leave their feathered wings on the ground and we walk without trepidation, the only thing holding us back, ourself. And I walked upon the footsteps I left with her here, long ago, where we walked together, over a year ago. And as my worn shoe soles trapsy their way across the old footsteps in the dirt, I can't help but miss her. |