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Dear Lord, You put me on this Earth to explore. Little did you know what must be accounted for.
I ponder my thoughts as hours fly by remembering what use to be our pastime. A game that brought us close together, a bowler and batsman eternally, forever. Disregard for mother's intuition,
Dreams Funny how they float just out of reach Just past the tips of fingers the grasp of belief. Just as the bird will hop and glide, the dream will follow
A rush of iced ocean beneath my feet, Whirr of the helicopter in time with my heart beat. Clad in orange, and goggles too,