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Dreams of a familiar stranger

When I close my eyes to dream I don't recognize the woman I see. Her long hair flows softly with the breeze, as she stands barefoot on the beach. Not a bikini-clad, sun goddess but a free-spirited bohemian princess. Her crooked, gap-toothed smile lights up her face as she warmly greets passersby. Not with a… Continue reading Dreams of a familiar stranger

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