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Apr 2014
Free falling
Water up my nose
Am I smiling or am I frowning
Am I swimming or am I drowning
Isnt it strange
How putting your leg between mine
Echos like we are still
In that cave so long ago
Grabbing and racing to fill
This bright void
No question marks
Because you are all the answers
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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   ---, Gwen Johnson and R Julleitta
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