I hear the loon’s lonely call far out on the lake. Time has passed like a tidal wave streaming into my childhood from so long ago. Life was so simple yet beautiful then, with no pressures from society judging me for where I have been, and who I am. My youth was a tight white canvas waiting to be painted on with life journeys now and then. That lonely loon with its haunting and primitive call, and yet it is so soothing, and for this moment guiding me on a journey that is yet to come.

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