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Sep 2014
Windows open, cool breeze gliding upon the sound of rain and crickets with the desolate call of a train in the distance..
Tired muscles feel the texture of soft sheets as I lay with my thoughts of uncertainty and stillness..
My disposition is one of longing yet tranquility creeps along the edge while I ruminate the moment.
Every breath a mnemonic passage of transient motion.
Lonicia Kjeldsen
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Lonicia Kjeldsen  South Carolina
(South Carolina)   
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