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Sep 2012
A Musing
Cold. Misty. Water suspended in the air as if on strings. Somewhere there is a streak of light. This beam of hope, penetrating the ceiling of weightless droplets.
Sally Soe
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Sally Soe  Small town rural Ontario
(Small town rural Ontario)   
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