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May 2019
The rain was cold upon my skin
Warm air makes it hard to breath
Gentle wind blowing through the trees
Birds chirping flying past me
Bees are buzzing, grass is getting watered
Being surrounded by nature, oh but what’s better
To dance in the rain, soaking it all in
No matter how wet I get, I call that a win
Ashly Kocher
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Ashly Kocher  39/F/Florida
(39/F/Florida)   
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