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Oct 2018
the colours are more vivid than I remember,
Reds, oranges and yellows dance across the sky,
Clouds brushing past in awe hoping to pick up the hues of sunset,
Dance,
Dancing,
Watch,
Watching time has come and gone,
The stars ask if I’ve had the time of my life,
...I have
The best way to spend my final day.
Now eternal rest.
I hope the last day is a day of peace, joy and reflection. On both the positive and negative and understanding that our stories can influence the future generation. We know nothing about what the future holds but what we do know is that it holds the hopes and dreams of the newborns.
Sarah Salako
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Sarah Salako  25/F/LDN
(25/F/LDN)   
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   Carlie Sims
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