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Apr 2019
Saunter
A sun’s warm embrace
Greets me on this empty plain
As I saunter by
Dewed  grass, I take a bite
The sour apple nourishes me
FlavioPAR
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FlavioPAR  22/M/USA
(22/M/USA)   
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   Khoisan
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