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Jul 2023
Just a few years,
Not nearly enough.
But it was my life.
The time to which I
always go.
The time of which
I dream.
How could it be my world?
So limited, so full.
Just a bit of time.
My purpose.
Rebecca
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Rebecca  59/F/Virginia
(59/F/Virginia)   
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