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Dec 2011
Birdie
Golden feathers
dipping, gliding, sliding,
soaring, diving,
flying...
in the bright blue
abyss,
among the veils of compressed
water,
above all,
gloriously free
and yet
so
alone.
Anna Lo
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Anna Lo
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