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Jan 2015
I wonder how we look to the universe, small and defiant?

Earthly and naive?
Angry but not as hot and bright as the stars.

The handfuls, dots & sprinkles of constellations we stitch the impossible and giddy wishes upon.
Writer's block is somewhat frustrating. :') Help?
Good morning/Good Afternnon/ Good night sunshines!
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Amanda
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Amanda  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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