I'm Now Not Was
it's me
opening
seeing
moving
freeing
changing
discovering
contacting
you
closed
denied
froze
bound
stagnated
buried
isolated
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musings of a lost emerald city girl found in the whaling city world
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- Grandmother of five, mother of four, survivor of my environments
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