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Oct 2017
It's not that I am unhappy here
It's just that I would be so much happier there
Where?
I don't know
The breeze smells like kindness
The sky is blue
The leaves crunch underfoot
The hills are rolling
Wildflowers grow untouched
My laugh is unguarded
My smile not forced
The sun shines so softly
The kites fly high
I'm barefoot
My eyes are closed
I'm full
Bernadette Crehan
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Bernadette Crehan  22/F/Colorado
(22/F/Colorado)   
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