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Jan 2021
It could be the wine talking,
but what do I know of love?
Tis not so deep as a nick
shaved off the surface
of our ****** worlds
of self analysis. Was I
in love today when
second guesses orbited during
tight-roped conversations?
Pluck these
unatural thoughts when
family love is doubtful.


Sara Fielder © Jan 2021
Sara Went Sailing
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Sara Went Sailing  Bohemia
(Bohemia)   
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