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Saturday, October 6, 2012
Camping 2
I camp out on my bed at night.
Beneath the quiet stars,
Inside double sheets of cotton,
A soft light peeks into the tent,
And reminds me I am
Not in the forest of it’s description
But the forest of my dreams.
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