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…nly then do I allow myself to emerge in the salt of her tears,leaving puddles on the wooden floor…until the Sun scatters the night shadows,and breathe life in me again,and I watch her fade away and vanish…until next time.
Mary Kontouri
Annelise Lords
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Bbbeeeaaauuutttiiifffuuulll. You are alive!
Helping you is Healing me! Let’s heal each other. thisisanneliselords@mediumauthor.com https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1664635
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