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Mar 2020
that came out today was
the sun. And the only one I heard
was the song of the birds. The only
thing I could see standing tall

were the trees. The only thing
I could touch that was soft
was the grass on the ground. So, I
planted myself down. The only thing

that was high was the clouds up
in the sky. The only thing that moved
me was the wind. And I said to myself
what a way to begin

another day.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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