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Mar 2014
And she was glowing.
A freshly lit candle, building in its fiery strength.

And she was fearless.
Hanging from the bridge she had not yet crossed.

And she was joyful.
Happy.
Open.

Light as a cloud.
Her happiness had never been so loud.
Rose Amberlyn
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Rose Amberlyn
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