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Apr 2014
old winds blow through the fields of wheat
  
    my name
    above all things
    it whispers softly
    calling me to free my spirit

& run forever through the open landscape until I find my horizon.
Natasha
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Natasha  25/F/here, there & everywhere
(25/F/here, there & everywhere)   
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