My muse is a ghost, once found now lost. It reluctantly wades in the dark, exhausted and distraught.
My muse is a ghost, once found now lost. It reluctantly wades in the dark, exhausted and distraught.
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Pretty in pink. One of my favorite evenings on the Pacific Crest Trail. We hiked out from Yosemite Valley the day before and were headed north towards northern California!
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