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Sep 2018
In the garden
a coffee on a rounded table
I smell my mother's food
I hear my dad's steps
I see my sister's new dress
I watch the sunset
The skyline is bright
The city calls out our names
to paint it's streets
I feel
I love
Cristine
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Cristine  F/canada
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