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the sun is setting across the pond silhouetting the tree line with its golden fire mirroring on the water rippling with the wind seems the catfish are getting big "I wonder how much my granddaughter has grown?" the clouds are scribbled in wisps no discernable shapes to ponder such a lonely sky
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 1:22 AM UTC
HER EMPTY NEST
the sun is setting across the pond silhouetting the tree line with its golden fire mirroring on the water rippling with the wind seems the catfish are getting big "I wonder how much my granddaughter has grown?" the clouds are scribbled in wisps no discernable shapes to ponder such a lonely sky
© 07/17/2016
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 1:22 AM UTC
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