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Mar 2018
The Florida sun burns my skin as I drive with the windows down.
The wind curls and whips around my short hair and tickles the bumps on my arms..
The clouds sway back and forth unaware of the direction.
And then there's me.












A woman who has gained back her confidence.
Stewie
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Stewie  32/F/Tampa, FL
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