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Aug 2021
Not always known.
Sometimes clear as glass.
Deep blues and green of life.
Sometimes smeared with use.
Prismed by experience.
Just one part of many.
Shattered by loss.
Healed with hope and love.
Rebecca
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Rebecca  59/F/Virginia
(59/F/Virginia)   
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