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Sep 2019
Love the light in the sky, moon on the clouds, the wind tickling your hair, the rain licking your skin. In a life being lived you have these things, whether you take them in or believe you are waiting, for the right time is now because time can not be saved
Seems we are waiting for what has not happened all the while we are paralyzed indecision time is passing us.
Written by
Michael A Duff  49/M/Tx
(49/M/Tx)   
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   Joey
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