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Jan 2018
I am out in the open for the first time.
I look at the trees,
the sky,
the flowers,
and the clouds form a shape of my,
one true love.

I am out in the open,
and i feel,
the breeze on my face,
the grass under my feet,
a spider crawl up my arm.

I am out in the open for the first time.
Eevee
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