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Sep 2018
The sky cannot get through
a day of blue
anymore
...and what happened
to those billows of white
took my mind to flight
in their pure puffy
β€œImagine that!”
We had names for our dreams
back then
When nature was art....

We just went with it
Things have changed-- really.
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L B
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         ---, Girard Tournesol, patty m, sue, nivek and 31 others
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