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Jan 2018
Lost in the excitement
with my inner child, I am.

Listening to the wind roaring
like lion in attack mode.

Watching as swirling energies
direct snowflakes gracefully.

Touching ****
as camera lense snaps
so memories build.

Dancing in celebration
for a day off.

Going back to bed
for some extra shut eye.

Making plans later
to build a snowman
holding hands with inner child.
Third reflection of this snowy day.
Star BG
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Star BG  66/F/New York
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