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Jan 2015
We let our hair flow free,
flowers in our hand and
dirt on our feet.

The trees laugh with us as we tickle their leaves,
the wind blows their love
to the edge of our sleeves.

Sun beams are warm as
they land on our cheeks.
It's as time stands still
and the whole world speaks.

The voice of the forest
rings in our ears.
We'll be remembering
this moment for years.
Leia R
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Leia R  ATL
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