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I write this entry from Fort Polk, LA. Its such a nice place, rather swampy, but I enjoy it. The weather at this particular time has been most splendid, especially at nights ( Read more... )

We travel this path together
these rough rocks trip us alike.
Grab my arm and we'll go
through the stickling pine.
If you trip I'll trip
but at least we'll trip together.