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Nov 2014
The body stands,
Separate from all.
A solid object,
It means nothing at all.

In the distance,
true me runs fast.
Leaving behind,
This place, at last.

Here I am,
Floating solo.
A world of mystery,
A silent hello.

Beauty surrounds,
Miracles circle.
A life always been here,
But only just found.
Sarah Jane
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Sarah Jane
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   Devon Webb and Earthchild
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