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| | | | | Growing up as a child on a farm I loved the earth after a rain.Puddles would entrance beautiful yellow butterflys.Encircling the natural mirror with dainty fluttering steps.. I was facinated as their presence doubled.
Today being a "high-yellow woman"I reclaim my strength,healing in dainty fluttering steps..and joy
smiles in the mirror at my presence.... | |
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