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Oct 2017
Ran into the wind again today,
And somehow there was romance in the way the wind smiled at me or perhaps my heart was coloured in with joy by that ******* nostalgia.
I couldn't quite figure it out.
Either way,
There's no longer anything seductive about hurricanes and it will never again be monsoon season on the tropical island that is me.
Written by
Kirsty Isobel Nina Fynn  20/Sandton, South Africa
(20/Sandton, South Africa)   
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