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Thursday, 11 August 2016
Roxa
She walked the same fields,
And felt the grass tickle her feet.
She saw the same views as I,
Of the ocean and land.
I see her walk beside me; a little girl.
A crescent moon smile,
As she plans her next adventure
To Lazy Beach.
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