So fellow travelers, sometimes the trails I traverse are haunted.
Footsteps crunch on snow
Hidden birds burst from branches
Regrets and losses
Scatter like feathers
Walk gently on the path my friends and may adventure find you ready.
Hidden Losses
Posted by sagemtnmom on February 10, 2018
https://dhrahalski86.com/2018/02/10/hidden-losses/
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