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May 2019
I stepped out onto the grass
A rustling of leaves
A drip, drip, drip that slowed to a silence
He watched me
Watched beneath a weeping willow as the branches danced with the howling of the wind
My hands, small
I was just a girl, only knew the dangers of lions, tigers and bears
Who else could I have been?
Written by
Elle  F
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