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Apr 2019
Sap
The pine scent in your hair is a gift from the muse in the forest
These trees are ancient
They hold no ache that the sweetness of their sap running in the awakening will not sweeten beyond memory
Lexie
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Lexie  22/F/Spent Out
(22/F/Spent Out)   
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