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Jun 2017
Take me where the sun shines so bright
The shadows are gone
But the light doesn't burn
Take me where the breeze is speckled with laughter
But not one chuckle is pretence
Take me where I can run without being chased,
Fly without falling
And sing without crying.
Take me.
Please.
It's Grey here.
Hiraeth
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Hiraeth  14/F
(14/F)   
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   Jane Smith
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