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darkness
slowly subsides
hope wells inside
fresh breeze . . . flowers looking so much
brighter
looking . . .
hidden faces
once concealed . . . now revealed
all of them looking beautiful . . .
today
seeing
mother and child . . .
young girl's reddest lipstick . . .
dear old lady smacking her lips
throughout
sunshine
filling my heart
traveling with its rays
on a free tour of life . . . I love
this place
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