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Nov 2015
A feeling strange, dark and true. I follow its path, it leads to you. Tender days when we were together, now blown in the wind,  light as a feather. I sit here at last, at our special place, my fear has been realized, I've been replaced.
Kate Millar
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Kate Millar  Canada
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