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Oct 2013
Sometimes we forget that people are a lot like sandstone;
with each encounter, they erode slowly until they have nothing left to give.
We take until only the thinnest, most unrecognizable forms of ourselves remain.
We become dust that sways with the winds that take us,
unable to discern what we really want anymore.
Victoria Kiely
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Victoria Kiely  Guelph
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