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Dec 2016
Lead me through the forest until we come to the edge of our meadow, bathed in early morning light. Wrap the picnic blanket around my shoulders while we wait for the sun to warm the sky. Now dance before me, lifting your arms into the air, spinning until you collapse. I need to hear the sound of your laughter when you tumble onto the grass. The whole universe is contained in that sound.
Victoria Lantz
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Victoria Lantz  Phoenix, AZ
(Phoenix, AZ)   
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