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Feb 2019
Yet in her swallows,
she felt someething different
in the air, in her hands,
in her heartbeats, through the wind,

And she thought,
this is freedom
that has been waiting for her
all this time.
Henriette
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Henriette  20/F
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   winter sakuras
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