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Feb 2013
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it feels like waking from a dream
or slipping into sleep
spinning hand and hand
then
falling over in the grass
between the ground and sky
on this windy night with you.
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   Dakota Cheyenne Johnson, September, Timothy and Khrystle Rea
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