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Oct 2016
She allowed the sun to kiss her ankles
But her face remained a privilage of the air
As her features illuminated in the sunlight
And the opulent gold shown through her hair

In the aftermath it was clear that her calculations had been correct
The forgiving wind massaged her skin and gave her the peace to reflect
NiTSUDD
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NiTSUDD  Cumberland
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