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Mar 2015
It's spring again
I felt the thrill of people here

So I started to appreciate every bit of
smell, rain soil and air.

Same weather last year,
drizzling rain in the first day of spring
In my black flora dress
In your stuffy study room

I was nervous, am still
for the things I don't know
Even now in Europe,
I still can't escape from myself

That should be my fate
For I will always be like this
until, until,......
maggie W
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maggie W  Washington, DC
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