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Mar 2021
She was fierce.
She was wild and night-time.
A heart so gigantic
she could paint a picture world-wide.
Her style was her own.
Her spirit is unchained.
Liberated running away from society
touching the earth with her bare feet,
it embraced her soul,
leaving her breathless and carefree.
A natural and appearing
like a field of flowers,
bright and magical.
She was a kaleidoscope of colors
living enchantingly under the moon at night,
and cheerfully in the sun
with its radiance and light.
Pam Wooten-Welsh
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Pam Wooten-Welsh  59/F/Myrtle Beach, SC, USA
(59/F/Myrtle Beach, SC, USA)   
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   Terence James Potter
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