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Aug 21
Today I will become an ephemeral thing
the mist in the flowers
the feeling in the forest that you are not alone
the ocean’s salt caress
No one can touch me
They do not have the right
My gifts are only for those who seek them
and have the strength to bear their weight
Lyla
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       Lyla, guy scutellaro, Thomas W Case and Jill
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