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Trail Her Hitch

The life of a girl and her RV

This marks a day for me, when all the birds sing.. and I wake up, in my castle awning 😘

For this simple time, I dream..

not having to fake it or call it a dreamšŸ’•

A time when I will be in my closet

and on the road, with my dreams

And some little things

A time of a lonely nest

In the whole set form of every word

Being right where they are

But above

Or behind, like a small yellow bird šŸ’«


watch me build this :: master peace āœŒšŸ½


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