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I was in check-out line at WFs looking back. you were in other isle (young, blondish, hat, skirt). you looked like a fawn that had emerged from a forest that had stepped ever so subtly into my vision. I was afraid you would scurry for safety in the trees again and stay hidden forever. was this just a chance moment in the meadow ?. or reflective of something more ?. if you happen on this give me a reply if you want. tu es belle.
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