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Apr 2016
The grass tickles my legs
As I step off the porch
And strain my neck
To look at the twinkling
Worlds above me

The sense of wonder
and mystery
overpower the sounds
of passing cars and
chirping crickets

This is my night
With the stars.
Wish you were here, Brill.
Sabrina
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Sabrina  Trying to escape Reality
(Trying to escape Reality)   
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