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she was able to keep it in until she found herself alone in the back of the plane her mind fills with snapshots of the last few weeks one after the other they form a patchwork quilt her tears drop one after the other raining on the quilt of her life new snapshots make for a bright,new color-washed quilt |
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very nice write
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save always the patches that bring you smiles...with threads spun from hard lessons learned, sew them together, to cherish at times when the winter drives tears to the forefront, and you need the comforts remembered to get thru the nite, remeber the sun will rise again, and with it warmth that comes from knowing that you are loved.
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You are the poet.
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{{{}}}
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