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Dec 2017
My father was born a man of the earth,
I refuse to wear a bra,
and I shake off like a dog after every shower.
So why is it that I roam this sacred beach
cursing at the sticky layers of sand,
searching for a single slab of concrete,
a place to call home?
Ellie Phant
Written by
Ellie Phant  32/F
(32/F)   
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     hindrance, --- and Mishael Ward
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