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Apr 2017
It has been one year this spring.
The flowers have resurfaced - everything is reborn.
I sit alone in a different country, at a different age, as a different me. And yet
I hear the ocean waves from another lifetime crashing in the wind.
Nostalgia has a cruel sense of humour.
Don't you think?
AR
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AR  United Kingdom
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     AR, Anora Emporium, --- and kim
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