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Sep 2017
She looked at the fading view
          of the shore
               its golden sand
               its line of trees
               and the little movements      
               of the ocean trying to    
               reach it
She smiled and told herself
It is not what she wants anymore
This time it is no longer a lie.
It still is but let us hope for the time when it really is no longer a lie :).
Idiosyncrasy
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Idiosyncrasy  Over the Rainbow
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