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Jan 2019
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and then her heart changed,
or at least she understood it;
and the winter passed and
the sun shone upon her.

- at least she understood it.
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"everything carries me
to you, as if everything
that exists, aromas, lights, metals,
were little boats that sail toward
those isles of yours that lead to me."

//that meant that something had to be lead to the jeopardy
of you, and me, and every tiny knot between
Written by
beverly  19/F/SG
(19/F/SG)   
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