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Feb 2019
Green leaves My hands
into upwards into forwards.
Got that water.        Got that water.
Got that fire every morning.    Got those sun rays every day.
Iā€™m sitting in Iā€™m living in
the kitchen      the hub of it all
Iā€™m flourishing. Iā€™m flourishing.
Annie
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Annie  23/F/New Zealand
(23/F/New Zealand)   
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