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Dec 2015
There is a vast depth within me,
strange and inexplicable
even to myself...
No words exist to explain
the truths that lie there.
Only pigment and brush
intuitively composed
on blank canvas
by hands none other than my own.
Sarah
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Sarah  31/F/Michigan
(31/F/Michigan)   
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