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Surrounded by Solitude

By Kevin FaulknerPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by Kalen Emsley on Unsplash

Fresh air, mountain free,

with the way that the birds sing,

I am happy here.

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Kevin Faulkner

Hi! My name is Kevin. I am a 25 year old Poet and Artist, turning Storyteller. I have always enjoyed writing, but hadn't really considered myself to be a writer until somewhat recently. However, the more I do, the more my passion grows.

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