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Jun 2013
Wild fires rage (dispersed & contained),
without smoke slipping through your fingers;  
~ Feeling the future is like catching sparks ~
    unseen
  ...
Happy Monday... x

- and to the 1%
(lol)
Really?! Do you reckon so?
Tilly
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Tilly
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