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Winds of Spain
There she stood,
with the warmth of the sand caressing her feet,
gazing out into the horizon of an endless world,
by the shore of Marbella.
Her sunburnt skin and red summer's dress
hit by the setting sun of gold and red.
The winds of Spain playing with her hair
and the whispers from the stars above reminding her,
of where she has journeyed from, and of who she is.
For no longer would her ...
Sunday 15th February 2015 5:19 pm
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