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May 2013
Colors dance on the clouds as I lay silently watching.
A muse to be captured if only you could.
But nothings quite like the heat of the moment.
Where you can see it, smell it, touch it & hold it.
This moment so rare, so quick and so few.
I'm dazzled by the stars that are far from view.
I'm taken by them like I'm taken with you.
Brittany Jackson
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Brittany Jackson  TX
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