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Lunar Lullabies from a Silver Siren
Poems, short stories, and musings from the lady known as Silver.
Jannae
Posted by Silver Refined
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3:17 PM
"God is gracious" - Hebrew
she can be outspoken at times
as independent as a bird
a woman of graceful movement
an individual who follows up on others
loves the excitement of the challenge
a most capable warrior
exploring things keeps her going
has an adventurous spirit.
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