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Apr 2017
The crisp Oregon air fills my lungs
Rain falling onto rooftops sounds like a beating drum
Echoing into the trees
I know that this is where I’m meant to be
New beginnings are in sight
As I’m starting a new chapter of my life
And I can’t help but wonder about all the potential that is there
As I sit and stare into the night
Tamara Lynn
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Tamara Lynn  28/F/Oregon
(28/F/Oregon)   
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       Joseph Rice, ---, unnamed, Chris Raleigh, --- and 2 others
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