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Aug 2013
the birds sing from my backyard
and the morning sun hits my window at an angle,
effusing its gold-tinted rays into the glowing room

i dig deeper for the warmth
beneath the bed covers.

moments like these, i think of you.
Jenna
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Jenna
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   JL, Elizabeth Paxton and Timothy
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