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She's a newspaper. There's her headline bold and brash; But read the small print and she becomes a 5,000 piece jigsaw puzzle. The words are memories which moulded her, the pictures are dreams, aspirations and fears. Her paper pages may be thin but each is woven with lines of strength. Her heart lies at the epicentre of the fold in the pages and it's the most wonderful thing.
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Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC
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She's a newspaper. There's her headline bold and brash; But read the small print and she becomes a 5,000 piece jigsaw puzzle. The words are memories which moulded her, the pictures are dreams, aspirations and fears. Her paper pages may be thin but each is woven with lines of strength. Her heart lies at the epicentre of the fold in the pages and it's the most wonderful thing.
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Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC
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