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Jul 2017
Through space and time.
The souls strings beginning to intertwine.
Like a brush on a fresh canvas,
Painting the sliver of pale moonlight.
The silhouette ,
Of the halls of time.
Standing before our eyes.
Each incarnation,
We stand eternally embracing
Connecting
Weaving
For all of eternity
The brushing on a canvas
Brought together in mutual understanding.
Hazel Redwood
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Hazel Redwood  33/F/United States
(33/F/United States)   
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