Summer is slipping by: my days, the skies, children's hugs... everything is set to change.
I have to remember I've made it through the school years and winters before...
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from here to go-dhuli
our words tear paths as if we are oracles our touch musters courage as though there's no law for it mosquitoes now follow us home kno...
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