Cache is not at the posted coodinates. Solve the puzzle below to determine the cache's actual location.
Please do not remove the hook from the host, just the container from the hook. Log only, BYOP!
Smaller than dust on this map, lies the greatest thing we have
The dirt in which our roots may grow, and the right to call it home
I dig till my shovel tells a secret, swear to the earth that I will keep it
Brush off the dirt, and let my change of heart occur
I leaned in and let it hurt, and let my body feel the dirt
When I break pattern, I break ground, I rebuild when I break down
We were amateurs at war, strangers to suffering
We made our families proud, but scared at the same time
I guess space and time, takes violent things, angry things
And makes them kind
I am desperate, if nothing else
In a holding pattern, to find myself
Rows of houses, sound asleep
Only streetlights, notice me
The night sky once ruled my imagination
Now I turn the dials with careful calculation
Time moves slow, when half of your heart has yet to come home
Every minute's adding up, and leaving a mark on us
No one can unring this bell
Unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new
With golden string, our universe was clothed in light
Pulling at the seams, our once barren world now brims with life
So we found our way back home, let our cuts and bruises heal
While a brand-new war began, one that no one else could feel
While collecting the stars, I connected the dots
I don't know who I am, but now I know who I'm not
Fault lines tremble underneath my glass house
But I put it out of my mind, long enough to call it courage
I watch for signals, for a clue
How to feel different, how to feel new
Pitch black, pale blue
There was a stained-glass, variation of the truth
With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite
And how rare and beautiful it is to even exist
You can validate your puzzle solution with certitude.
Shh... The Universe is Tired
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