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May 2016
It's  not about the fish, I say
its about the sea we're all swimming in, not caring whether we hit a wall or stumble and fall to the ground.
We tend to stay on the ground, refusing to pick ourselves up and swim to the top to see the sun we wish to see so badly.

That is the love I've lost. The love for the sun beating down on my tear-stained face...
Elizabeth Burns
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Elizabeth Burns  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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