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Feb 2021
There is a hope in our children
when we birth their tiny hands
waiting for them to make their
first markings.

They are bluish, cloudless skies and
miracles, like magicians
out of thin air
waving wands coaxing
a future mother has been
dreaming of.
c. Feb. 27, 2021
LJW
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LJW  51/F/Baltimore
(51/F/Baltimore)   
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   Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho and ---
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