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Feb 2015
A free mind.
Worried about the bee buzzing near your lower back but that's it.
Slightly concerned about the sun in your eye.
Unbuttoning your courds, shamelessly.
Authentically.
A tad unnerved that you can't name the trees
or the songs of the birds but
promising that youll work on it.
Madeleine Toerne
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Madeleine Toerne
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   bones, Mara Kal and Winter Silk
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