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Apr 2013
Rays of light filter through the window
Creating ribbons of dust motes in the air
Slowly drifting and gently flowing
The sunlight spills onto the old carpet
Where I lay, sprawled in the warmth
My hair spread as if floating in water
My armed out stretched at my sides

Thinking
Aggie Fredette
Written by
Aggie Fredette  Vermont
(Vermont)   
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   ---, Jemimah, Timothy and Chris Thomas
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