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Apr 2020
The pure ripples;
The memories stippled,
The innocence clear;
See-through, but full of fear,
And the beauty,
The beauty of the little things,
Demolished by the bulldozers.
The bulldozers of destruction and change.

But is it a bad thing?
Eli
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Eli  22/FTM/Cali
(22/FTM/Cali)   
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