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Jun 2020
As he speaks
Sun light dances on the wind
And my heart fills with divine light
Ribbons of breeze thread themselves into my hair
And I am free here in this secret place
Grace E
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Grace E  28/F/Probably a coffee shop
(28/F/Probably a coffee shop)   
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