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Oct 2020
Through the mist
I chased her
She was far from me
But was always seen
She turned, and looked to me
She was running away
But she reached out a hand
Across the sand
I took her hand.
Sydney ©2020
Sydney
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Sydney  F/Somewhere in the world
(F/Somewhere in the world)   
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   erica lynn
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