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May 2013
sun browned skin
wild haired girl
barefoot running
ducking  touching collecting watching
alone
laughing dreaming

dreaming

barefoot green eyed
wild girl
chasing

*chasing what?
during the summer, when I was young I would wake up in the mornings and hop out my bedroom window. Miles of rural scrubland would beckon me out - Miles of game trails, miles of space, no people. And a sort of freedom I have not known since, and fear I never will again.
Devon
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Devon
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