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Jul 23
I was made for the summer moon
Barefoot walks with sea salt winds
Coffee at midnight; naps at noon
Acoustics with wayward friends
The smell of fresh cut grass in fall
The orange of a sun closed eye
The sound of a cardinals mating call
And the awe of a star filled sky
deanena tierney
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deanena tierney  47/F
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