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Apr 2015
Wind in my hair
Fingertips grasp for the sunlight
through the looking glass
All of these places (empty spaces)
and all of these people (blurred faces)
are so beautiful to drive by,
but will I ever want to stop?
Mary Christopher
Written by
Mary Christopher  NC
   --- and Brian Payamps
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