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Oct 2015
She grows where only the wild roses dare.
Showing slenderness and beauty where only true beauty can.
The wild winds bear down to away and uproot her.
But never swaying, standing tall and strong.
She grows out of the wilderness with pure grace.
Moving through the meadows as willed by heaven and earth.
Those few are shown beauty in the darkest of monents.
She is beauty and truth where nothing else dares.
George Hollingsworth
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