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Oct 2017
The mood is right;
headache,
loud noise,
babies crying,
tight spaces.

You notice all the curves and lines you would have never saw, some people close their eyes while others stare out a small glass circle to admire white cotton candy and mix of green and blue.
No matter your place at the moment, you dream of the adventure to come when you reach the place where the ants roam.

The mood is right;
head dreaming,
loud thoughts,
babies learning,
new spaces.
Juniper Phillips
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Juniper Phillips  16/F
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     cece and Carson Alexander Defelice
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