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Jul 2017
I saw her in the most perfect sunset
And then there she was in the fullest moon;
She is gone,
Yet she still fills the room.
Meg B
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Meg B  30/F/Washington, D.C.
(30/F/Washington, D.C.)   
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     Shiv Pratap Pal, Jas and Imran Islam
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