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May 2020
It was a quite place
The wind spread through the wild flowers
Like a wave
She closed her eyes
She laid in those wild flowers
For a long time
So long her fingers and toes sprouted roots
Grounding her.
Fiona
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Fiona
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     ---, Samantha, R and Mark S
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