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Apr 2019
Those circuitous walks
The empty talks
The sleepless nights
The dizzying heights

You never know who they are
until you greet them at the front line
If in fact, you make it that far
You’ll fall upon the sign

It can either end right there
or be a new beginning
somewhere -
else
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
(60/F/Boston)   
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     Shiv Pratap Pal and Traveler
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