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Sep 2017
We sit and watch
as birds fly by.
Every eagle
and every cloud in the sky.

Breathing in
fresh flows of air.
Feeling breezes
and warmth everywhere.

Delicate flowers grow
in the uncut grass.
Bees and butterflies
slowly sailing past.

Breathless heights
over the magical view.
Having a purpose
below the sky so blue.
Crystal Freda
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Crystal Freda  25/F/Louisiana
(25/F/Louisiana)   
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