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Scrolling

Scrolling through

the images on my phone

It’s hard to believe it’s over

This trip I made alone


Although there’s only me

In the pictures that I see

There are so many signs of love

And guidance from above


Screenshots of repeating numbers

Feathers I have found

Magical moments spent

on this ancient sacred ground


As I scroll back into time

My gratitude grows

For this woman I’ve become

shaped by highs and lows


By choosing this adventure

I found healing in my tears

I have not just traveled landscapes

also frontiers of my inner spheres


So as I turn off my phone

In my heart the adventure stays

This journey left its mark

In so many different ways



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