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  • She is running,chasing the time who stole her youth.
    She wants back her soft skin,her beautiful face, the sculpture of her body.
    Time is too fast and now she is too slow.She will never recover
    her dreams,her laughter,her dancing under the moon.
    Time left her with tears and with her wrinkles and a loneliness inside her heart.
    Come back time,come back time bring her the magic of her first love.

    Photo by Cecilia
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