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Feb 2017
The old black and white photo was taken
the day my life had changed forever.
It was a humid morning in July.
My hair had sprung into tight silky curls.
I was standing in the sun. Hands on hips, with a self possessed grin.
I was confident. Forward. Naive, and full of potential to be anything I wanted to be.
New Age Traveller
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New Age Traveller  Canada
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   Francie Lynch, Gidgette, Jor For, Azaria and ns
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