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Jun 27
My hands grip the smoke in the air
circling my fingers as though to tease me.
The endless form of vapor shapeshifts
passing through my palm,
as though my existence was a distant laughter
that does not echo
but fades away.
Serendipity
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Serendipity  21/Alive
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   Jill and Rob Rutledge
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