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Jan 2016
No sharks in the waters of your eyes.
No broken pens on the plane heading home.
No missing cards in the deck.
No long red lights and
No happy accidents.
No contrast for your happiness.
*Flying over the French alps but all I see are plateaus.
September
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September  Victoria, BC
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