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Notes were passed on paper long returned to dust. Her smile and eyes faint flickers of a dying candle. Longer hair now wavers between dark blond and brown in the ethers of my mind. first grade crush hazy as smoke at dusk… lost horizon 09 Jul 2020 A Memory Poetry Contest Sponsored by Line Gauthier

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Date: 7/26/2020 9:59:00 AM
Strange how we have those hazy memories coming back to life so clearly. This is beautiful David :)
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