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The observer

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She usually sat alone, Sitting away from the crowds. 

She watched how the dribbles dropped down from the mouth of the one who spoke too often. 

The weakest one. 

life

◄ The whole of me

Show me the way to go home ►

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Emer Ni Chorra

Mon 30th Mar 2020 14:35

Thanks Po. I'll do my best. ?

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