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Apr 2021
I look.

The branch curls upward.

It reaches the painted sky
far above where
I can ever be.

The leaves are green
and have just began
to bloom.

It is beautiful today.

I smile.
It is very pretty outside
Andrew
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Andrew
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     Draginja Knezi, Khoisan and j a connor
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