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Jul 2019
Black silhouette, against an auburn sky,
Her hair flowed and glowed in the half light.
Golden clouds and creaky boards,
Stretched over the mirrored ocean's view.

She was beautiful, even if I couldn't see her.
Her form was all that mattered.
Relaxed and at ease, calm and reflective.
Nothing else seemed to matter.
Feel free to critique!
Veronica Moore
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Veronica Moore  19/F/United States
(19/F/United States)   
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