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Aug 16
Read a story.
Became a path.
Went blind.
Lost my way.
Couldn't read
My way home.
Light slowly came.
But now I working
my way back.
Still a little lost.
A little hungry.
A little thirsty.
Humor may return.
Rebecca
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Rebecca  59/F/Virginia
(59/F/Virginia)   
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