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Oct 2018
Waking up to a knew morning
So many plans
So many places to go
So many things to do
So many ideas but what shall I do
It is only dawn
The sun is rising
Its beautfiul
I walk to the beach first
I sit on the shore the ocean water,
It comes up against my feet
And under me,
Dawn,
Dawn is the most beautiful time of day
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grey  15/F/A small town
(15/F/A small town)   
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   Lynda
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