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Jun 2020
The warm hue of the setting sun
bathed her skin in amber.

As a defiant lock of her flowing hair
Braved the wind and danced across her cheek.

I smiled.

It was all I could do to not reach out and touch her face.
Never before had I yearned for something so simple.

To flow like the breeze.
Written by
Alex B
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