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May 2016
Sweet, pure as the driven snow
Cold, frigid as the waters below
Soft, with sapphire eyes and an inviting smile
Lost, she hasn't been herself in awhile
With a rope, hanging from the tree
She jumps, and once again she is free
Sweater Weather
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Sweater Weather  22/F/Cumberland Gap
(22/F/Cumberland Gap)   
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