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Apr 2020
Its 4:30 in the evening
I’m very tired from the days’ work
Then suddenly
She fly’s next to my window
She looked at me with a calm roughness
Then away she flew
I envied her going
As I remained locked in my tiny office.
Amimo Matete
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Amimo Matete
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   Whit Howland
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