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Dec 2012
Simply
sitting. Pondering a thought
with deep concentration
Interrupted by
the hurricane, whirling spinning.
Suddenly
that thought is lost
drowning
disappearing
Simply sitting.
The bus doors open.
Elisabeth Adele
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Elisabeth Adele
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