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Jun 2013
Faces
Like an echo, the woman sat.
I saw nine in a row, hands
Smooth and faces distant as
the mountains beyond.
Cyril Blythe
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Cyril Blythe
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     Jedd Ong, Sia Jane, Traveler, Eliot York, st64 and 1 other
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