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Sep 2012
In the end, the little ones
scampering about peppers, vibrant
red and yellows and oranges disappearing
into tiny mouths, behind toddling grins with
Meme and Pepere beaming, a
beautiful sailboat in their minds' eye that
was fortunate enough to lose sight of
the shore long ago
I want to grow old.
Samuel
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Samuel  27/M/Fremont, CA
(27/M/Fremont, CA)   
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