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May 2022
The irony of the day and the age when we met doesn't escape me.
I can't foresee this bringing happiness at least for a while.
Now being on the far side of this avalanche, I am aware.
What this experience bubbled up inside me, I needed.
I am not what happened to me.
Shiloh
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Shiloh  33/F/Oregon
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