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Oct 2013
I was with the grass.
Trees steadily swaying above me
Birds flew like sparks
It was blue with cotton clouds
Drifting calmly about. Tessellating , separating and tessellating again.
The sun was lowering from the darkening sky, preparing to retire
Into the ocean of the azure.
Written by
lindisa mathabela  in my head
(in my head)   
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   Priscilla, Rose, --- and L Meyer
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