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Apr 2017
We wallowed in the valleys of the opal flowers, they danced until they showered into a storm, unlike the norm of others, they stood real still, then twisted until, their roots were in one another's. they grew real high into the sky, the clouds blew by, we couldn't believe what we were seeing, the opal flowers powerfully beaming, but then again they got real still, and the air got chill, was I going insane? The flowers turned into a hurricane! But they didn't move, they did this for a moment then it went askew, right in front of my eyes, i watched the opal flowers own demise. They twisted too much they turned to dust, but it fell gold and blue, with hints of purple too, and we tried to take some but the dust can't be moved, well life's a mystery, who's to say what is fair, no one can pick the opal flowers but they are still right there
written on 4/30/2015
Rachel Procopio
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Rachel Procopio  26/F
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