looking for any mistakes in the mirror
still watching
elegant posture
(but only while dancing - look at b biting her nails in the background)
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You are the trip I did not take;
You are the pearls i cannot buy;
You are my blue Italian lake;
You are my piece
of foreign sky.
To My Child,
Anne Campbell Stark
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