A journey quiet, move across
a watery body, sense of loss.
the stinge of swords can take their tole.
but remeber pain can plug a hole.
we shall not sink I can confide
There's beauty on the other side.
This is a gate card, (thru which you travel)
yellow disfunctionally manifest
tradition journey hermit. I would like to read books to people. (nick sparks)
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