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Feb 2015
Her rays start peeking through every open space in my blinds.
How beautiful it feels when you finally reach my face.
Just like warm kisses.
Your light dances throughout the cover on my bed and onto the hardwood floors my living room.
Ill sit quietly with my coffee and watch the recital from beginning to end.
How ravishing your flood looks this morning.
KAT COLE
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KAT COLE  Sacramento
(Sacramento)   
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     ---, Traveler and RuthAnne
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