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Sep 2017
The world is a woman with thighs soft as moss, walk bare foot to the crook in her spine, stopped in tracks by her spiraling fronds that hang loose by her waist.
Tread higher and higher 'till you reach the peaks, a scenic view worth keeping a secret.
Explore the whirlpools that tumble the tide, green and blue on the surface, but dark and mysterious deep inside.
Danielle Free
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Danielle Free  25/F
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       ---, John Niederbuhl, unnamed, Semihten5 and Book Thief
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