left.

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I took a left at the oak tree
and another at the second post.
From there it was a straight path--
through the woods,
beside the barn,
into the clearing.

It was my place.
I thought here,
I dreamed here,
I found myself here.

It was my place,
and only I knew it.

I took a left by the oak tree,
realizing it was all I had left.

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