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Mar 2014
The first snowflake of winter fell onto her russet locks,
settled with a place to rest
but she reached her hands up in a fumble
and pulled them from the tangled mess
they melted in her palm,
and became little puddles of  n o s t a l g i a
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Gwen Taylor
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Gwen Taylor  Australia
(Australia)   
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