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Feb 2012
I spent last summer on the lake behind your farm,
Casting my line, with no luck.
The sun beat down and freckled my face;
The wind tossed my hair about.
I discovered myself that summer,
And the funny thing is. . .

I never caught a fish.
Julia
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Julia  27/F/Virginia
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