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They guide her up two wooden stairs; One on either side bracing worn feeble arms. She is there but unaware of her surroundings- her destination. Her strength abates. They place her on a bench beside the Library's entrance. Shaking, she tries to speak but utters foolishness- A shouting in the wind. Their word's soft tone- half comfort-half pity like one addresses a wounded bird beside a leaf covered curb. She alone knows what's behind those vacant eyes; and they can only sadly surmise.

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Date: 5/21/2019 10:50:00 AM
The forming of life's delicate nature as it enfolds and manifest itself nicely revealed allen, Aloha wk
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Allen Beilschmidt Sr.
Date: 5/21/2019 11:02:00 AM
Thank you William

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