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Jan 2017
Isn't it strange?
How a person has a feeling about them?
How a place holds a certain glow?
Every place you visit, every person you meet will have this sense about them.
A feeling you get from just that person, or just that place.
It's as if someone had painted it in a certain hue,
only recognizable to you.
No one will replicate how you see it,
Nor will they sense the place in quite the same way as you.
Yet doesn't everyone feel this way about places and people?
Or could I just be over thinking it once again?
AnnaMarie Jenema
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AnnaMarie Jenema  F/USA
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