Scarlet
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Rebecca Navarre
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Scarlet rivers, times so gold. Spirits
whisper, days of old. Enchanting, the
soul. Winds entrance, as tides flow. Dawn
is rising. Through out the hammock. As the
air, has begun to glow. A peace settles
across, ever so.
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