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Dec 2014
Have no fear,
When we get where we are going,
The tide will let us know,
Smell of the air,
Reminds me of younger years,
Turned so stale as I grew,
It may not seem so,
There is little here for me so I must go,
Don't expect to see flashbacks,
I'm falling.
Jean Sullivan
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Jean Sullivan  21/F/Traverse City
(21/F/Traverse City)   
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