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She wanders to her own tune. |
Hippie Woman Flowing, flowered dresses, knitted shawl and boots- of a dark green suede. Wondering streets by foot or bicycle. Faraway eyes. In the park, singing softly swinging to and fro in time. Lost to the present forever in the past. At police department's door, asking for an officer, while actually seeking a man. Craving company. Dancing to unknown tune... in flowing, flowered dresses, knitted shawl and boots- of a dark green suede. |