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Feb 2016
I stand here in the cold.
With the wind in my face.
My hands in my pockets.
My feelings unvold.
So quiet so beautiful.
Morning light so
untouchable.
Breathing slow as
I'm ready to go.
Leaving this flow.
Wish I could stay.
Hope you will have
such a lovely day.
Joyce
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Joyce
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