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Jan 2014
The three of us spun in the lights..
On the black clear floor..
The lights would move with us..
Even with no music or sound..

It was a dance circle..
Out here at our secret play spot..
So nice of them to leave it here for us..
My sisters did not want to leave..

I was the oldest..
So I had to tell them its time to leave..
Supper is ready..
We need to go..

We all did one last spin around the dance floor..
The lights moved with us..
We went on outside of the circle building..
And said goodbye..

The next day it was gone..
And people in yellow suits were there..
They told us we could not go there..
Its not safe.. please go home..
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Solaces
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Solaces  South Texas
(South Texas)   
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   Nadia DeLevea and Hinata
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