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Innocense At Forty Five

Innocence

The light stalked through the dark smiling like a spoiled child. The rainbow, an arch And a path almost indiscernible in…

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At Forty Five The Colours of the Wind

The Colours of the Wind

There is a chill creeping into the heat of the final days of summer, telling us autumn is coming and with it the colors …

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