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Apr 2022
Falling from the present,
into a photo of the past.
The spot without the troubles.
Sunshine morning
With birds singing.
Blessings of youth and
stability of unknown.
Sun burns across the linen
onto the sleeping face.
Happy curling lips.
Quite snuggles
without the burden
of sharing years.
Perfection of the start.
Rebecca
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Rebecca  59/F/Virginia
(59/F/Virginia)   
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   --- and Ledge
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