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MissMystery

  • The Country Side

    We listen to the crickets,and my forgotten coqui.Something reminds me we're here;the tropic's summer breeze. I hear the kids laughingas they play on the yard.There's not much to be afraid ...

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You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting.
— J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan