After The Storms..
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Rebecca Navarre
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Squirrels come out to see the
tree's that lay. Sun streaks
through the trees, to the grassy
wet blades. Children come out to
play. Bunny sits making a funny
face. Cold breeze makes way. But,
Gods music, brings hope in another
day! ! ! ! ! ...
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