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Feb 2015
Like a summer breeze the wind touched the tops of the waves,
as the golden sun sets on the hills like the sun in front of me,
dips below the horizon like a candle being extinguished.
Sarah Blevins
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Sarah Blevins  United Kingdom
(United Kingdom)   
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