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The wind plays with my hair like a lover.  I'm left disheveled and laughing.   I'm drunk on sunlight and that particular shade of blue of skies that have secrets, and they're not telling.
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May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 4:07 PM UTC
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The wind plays with my hair like a lover.  I'm left disheveled and laughing.   I'm drunk on sunlight and that particular shade of blue of skies that have secrets, and they're not telling.
©Renée Casey May 2017
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May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 4:07 PM UTC
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