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Jun 2019
The puffs of air around me
were impossible to catch,
but I jumped along
and snatched at them anyways.
The beauty lay in the chase,
not the capture.
Wild things were meant to be free.
Beauty like that loses its touch if caged.
Jo Barber
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Jo Barber  20/F
(20/F)   
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       TD, Sue Huff and Sam Manfre
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