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May 2014
She started the morning-
Arm extended wide towards the sky.
******* and well rested, stretching-
Slowly got used to the blurring light.
Leaves rustled in the tree outside-
Dark clouds show and wind blows light.
Wind picks up and rolls on by-
Dark clouds blow past this time.
Quinton Horras Yard
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Quinton Horras Yard  The Midwest
(The Midwest)   
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