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Feb 2018
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Foot prints in the wet sand.
I hear the waves crashing and tumbling at my feet.
Going with the flow doesn’t crash and tumble as gracefully.
Most of the time it doesn’t even flow.
Aylin
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Aylin  21/F/Texas
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