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Oct 2020
My lungs grow weaker with each stifled breath, my heart with each offset beat. My feet no longer  hold on to this little piece of rock we call Earth. Mother is summoning me back to her. I will test her patience before I yield to the overwhelming call...
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GreenWitch  32/F/PA
(32/F/PA)   
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