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Jun 2019
Away

Into sticky
Summer night.

The nape of my neck
Tickled by passing breath
Of flower scent.

Laughing with moon mother,
Was I mingling with constellations or
Reflections?

Surely I was dreaming.
Alice Wilde
Written by
Alice Wilde  28/F/MA
(28/F/MA)   
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     BLT, Edith, Lawrence Hall, --- and Bogdan Dragos
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