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Apr 2019
things were fair. But nothing
comes out even. The big get

bigger. And the small, smaller. Yet
all my dreams are big. One could say

international. A provincial girl with
international dreams. Here is where
I live. Here is where I’m big.
sandra wyllie
Written by
sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
(60/F/Boston)   
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