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Apr 2013
I made my way inside the sky
to see if there was something I
had not been seeing from the ground
if I was kept on earth unbound
a swing on chains had carried me
let go my arms and I was free
to find a cloud and rest my head
before returning back to bed
I'd always stay into the night
'til I no longer needed sight
for as the things would change to gray
I'd disappear until the day
Swing sets were my childhood.
Olga Valerevna
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Olga Valerevna  Vladivostok
(Vladivostok)   
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   --- and Susan O'Reilly
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