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Jan 2019
She lays on a canoe
whirling gently on the stream.
Her red dress shimmers
as the sun gives a great beam.

She smiles at the sky
with its radiant blue,
and porcelain clouds
and air fresh and new.

She enjoys the sounds
of the bustling, rippling waves.
Towards to a land
and the path it paves.
Crystal Freda
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Crystal Freda  25/F/Louisiana
(25/F/Louisiana)   
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