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Jan 2014
She was like a butterfly soaring through rain.

Her wings were tattered and torn, causing her to fall.

But eventually the rain went away,

and her wings began to dry,

and she began to soar again,

this time, stronger.
"Nothing gold can stay."
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cameran  F
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