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Apr 2019
One can some things
, being isolated less.

Moisture stains tell me
I give them shapes,
I name them
Today are my clouds.

The first woman is there,
in the corner corner,
good-natured, teacher,
sweet.

I see the tamarisks,
that hip
in the wind
our enjoyment

Suddenly and through my eyes,
everything is there,
  and I also.

  somewhere,
... well maybe I'll get in there
Julio
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Julio  M/Patagonia
(M/Patagonia)   
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   Surbhi Dadhich
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