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Aug 2019
The silver rippling of a lake
so vast she couldn't imagine
ever reaching for shore.

She plays nice weather
although her waves stir
roar around the rocks

he is when he
behaves like he does
which is not and he isn't
Finished yet.
Kate Copeland
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Kate Copeland  50/F/London
(50/F/London)   
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     Aquilla, Fawn and TheIdleOwl
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