Each day
Another chance
To start again, forget
About yesterday, the promise
Of tomorrow is closer if
You open the door of
Your mind, to breathe,
Freedom
The Zen Hiker
Hiking in the Hudson Valley of New York. Reviews of hikes, gear, music and everything to do with hiking.
The Zen Hiker 
My father came here as an immigrant. Every year on New Year’s Eve, he toasted to a new life (not a new year). For some freedom is life. Wonderful poem.
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Thank you for the kind words! What you have said about your father is incredible. A different way of thinking what most of us take for granted every day. Excellent!!!!!
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Hi!landed here through solidarity bloggers challenge!I like your simple words which gives a great depth!Looking forward to read more ,started following you😊
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Thank you very much for commenting and following. I appreciate the support!
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