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May 2018
When I see the wind pass through the trees,
That’s when I think of you.

And as the waters tumble down the streams,
I sit and listen for a clue.

Every chirp and every creak,
Sounds like words straight from your mouth.

And as the sun trickles down on me,
I feel you all around.

Though you’ve left this time and space,
I don’t believe you’re gone.

You led me to this tranquil place,
To help me carry on.
Kooky Collages
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Kooky Collages  25/Nashville
(25/Nashville)   
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       Mike Groves, Praggya Joshi, --- and eileen
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