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vers libre
often, I find my sweet s o l i t u d e in a holy place
a sacred place- a
safe
haven
and
REFUGE
and sometimes, it is in nature I find a
temple
of trees
the seclusion f a l l i n g on my SOUL like a
green
cloak
in my dreams- I can build
a fortress
a secret hideaway
where I create MY
own
safe SPACE
a shady r e s t i n g place beyond a
rose
arbor
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Constance La France
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