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Mar 2020
As we age,
weather beaten,
new beauty appears.

Beauty from the story told from our rust,
manifesting outside growth,
marks and breaks.

A piece of art,  
increasing in value.

No longer a block of material,
innocent to the world.
Increasing our worth,
with each lesson learnt and running after our true thirst.
Ericka
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Ericka  F/Ph
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