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Mar 2016
Frantically scrambling fingers tug at the ball of confusion.... some strings loosely looped, some tightly wound. All deceiving the eye. Some seeming easy to untangle, yet all too caught up. It feels like a ball of eternal mess, but that too is deception.
Renae
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Renae  F
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