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Mar 2016
Something special seems to be in short supply these days.

It seems finding my own is the hardest thing i have ever done.

The scary thing,,, What if my people come out of the wood work,
will it be too late for me?

Will i be so far gone that i refuse them out of fear?

Fear that i am no longer able to except what is truly a part of me?

May 1995. Ricci Moon Scott
Ricci Moon ScottBCM
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Ricci Moon ScottBCM  The Inn Between
(The Inn Between)   
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