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Aug 2019
I walked with you,

feet stomping through muddy ground
stepping over fallen branches
that we forged into shapes

out of the bluebells
I heard your voice say

this is a moment
treasure it
Emma Elisabeth Wood
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Emma Elisabeth Wood  F/UK
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